Empire
Empire
作者：Simak, Clifford D., 1904-1988
体例：题 章数：52
字数：234,605 来源：Project Gutenberg
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章节目录
共 52 题- EMPIRE
- CLIFFORD D. SIMAK
- PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.
- Russ laughed. "You can if you want to. Greg and I are keeping on."
- Wilson squinted at him. "This tooth is near killing me."
- Russ hung up the receiver, frowning. "Wilson is in New York."
- He glared at the publicity man. "You understand?"
- Wrail stared in stupefaction. "Sure, I hear. But I can't believe it."
- A waiter was at his elbow. "Do you feel ill, sir?"
- Stutsman's jaw closed like a steel trap. "I've always worked alone."
- Stutsman rose. "I can take care of it."
- Chambers sat upright in his chair. "Are you _sure_ about this?"
- Russ lit his pipe, puffed comfortably. "We needed something like that."
- Stutsman had gotten out of the car and said: "Wait here."
- Greg sucked in his breath. "He isn't very sociable tonight."
- Stutsman snorted. "This isn't a social call."
- Scorio nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
- A voice whispered in his ear: "Harry Wilson. So you are running away!"
- He whirled on Reg. "You got that ammunition?"
- A voice came from one corner of the room: "I'll bring Chizzy down next."
- Scorio's eyes widened, staring. "You won't send me _there_!"
- Russ turned the television controls. "Let's see about Venus and Mars."
- Greg grinned viciously. "No, they won't."
- Greg flipped a hand in greeting. "Pleasant evening, isn't it?"
- Greg held out his hand. "Welcome to our ship."
- Mallory gripped his hand, blinking in the light. "Where am I?"
- Greg grinned. "We may as well eat first."
- Craven nodded. "If I can do anything at all with the field, I can."
- Russ nodded. "That's the only answer."
- Russ shook his head. "Nothing doing."
- Greg nodded wearily. "All we've been doing is feeding him."
- Greg whistled soundlessly. "A long way from home."
- Greg exhaled his breath softly. "Well, we're here."
- Greg laughed. "I try not to."
- Stutsman snarled at him: "What's so funny?"
- Chambers stifled a gasp, tried to speak calmly. "You mean this?"
- Chambers took a chair beside the desk. "But do we know the way home?"
- Craven nodded. "Fairly definitely, I'd say."
- Craven snorted. "You would ask something like that."
- Stutsman barked out a brittle laugh. "Who is going to stop me?"
- Greg nodded. "We may as well get started."
- Greg shuddered. "So would I."
- Russ chuckled. "I suppose, at that, we have him plenty worried."
- Greg gritted his teeth. "They snapped the tractor beam."
- Russ nodded. "We'll take care of that."
- Chambers laughed softly. "Not quite mad enough at us to do that, eh?"
- Greg looked at him. "I guess that must have been it."
- Craven finally broke the silence. "Just what are you planning to do?"
- Russ rose to his feet. "That," he said, "calls for a little drink."
- Craven interrupted. "Pour one for me, too, Page."
- Craven twisted his face into a grin. "This is a special occasion."
- The End