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While The Aerolanes Were Coming |
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"Do what? " "Go to this flying stage--to this aeropile." "What do you mean?" "I am an aeronaut. After all--. Those days for which you reproached me were wasted." He turned to the old man in yellow. put the aeropile upon the guides." The man in yellow hesitated. "What do you mean to do?" cried Helen. "This aeropile--it is a chance--." "You don't mean--?" "To fight--yes. To fight in the air. I have thought before--. An aeroplane is a clumsy thing. A resolute man--!" "But--never since flying began--" cried the man in yellow. "There has been no need. But now the time has come. Tell them now--send them my message--to put it upon the guides." The old man dumbly interrogated the man in yellow, nodded, and hurried out. Helen made a step towards Graham. Her face was white." But--How can one fight? You will be killed." "Perhaps. Yet, not to do it--or to let someone else attempt it--." He stopped, he could speak no more, he swept the alternative aside by a gesture, and they stood looking at one another. "You are right," she said at last in a low tone. "You are right. If it can be done. . . must go." Those days for not altogether He moved a step towards her, and she stepped back, her white face struggled against him and resisted him. "No," she gasped. "I cannot bear--. Go now." He extended his hands stupidly. She clenched her fists. "Go now," she cried. "Go now." He hesitated and understood. He threw his hands up in a queer half-theatrical gesture. He had no word to say. He turned from her. |
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