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And now they were — gone.
The mount of the cones had become a mighty pyramid of pale green radiance — one tremendous, pallid flame, of which the spire was the tongue. Out from the disked wheel at its shorn tip gushed a flood of light — light that gathered itself from the leaping Naples Jerseys fuck google radiance below it.
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Up from that flaming circle, out into the sky leaped a thick, pale green column of intensest light.
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It thrust up with the speed of light — the speed of light? A thought came to me; incredible I believed it even as I reacted to it. My pulse is uniformly seventy to the minute. I sought my wrist, found the artery, made allowance for its possible acceleration, began to count.
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With a look of stupefied amazement which, at another time I would have found laughable, he obeyed.
“Hold them to my eyes,” I ordered.
Three minutes had gone by.
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