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29643	Miller, Walter M.	Death of a Spaceman			.txt	text/plain	6928	695	98	"They oughta face a man the way he's headed," Donegal grunted. He let his head roll aside and closed his eyes, as if asleep. came to dying, Old Donegal wanted to do it his own way. "Caid," Old Donegal breathed softly. Old Donegal blinked hard and shook his head. You got to wait, Donegal, old lush, until Nora and "That boy Ken--he ought to make a damn good space-engineer," wheezed the Old Donegal thought it over, nodded absently. "Open the window, Martha," he said. "I like the music, I tell you," grumbled the old man. Old Donegal, you know she's not like that. "You won't be able to," said the priest, glancing at the window, now Old Donegal nodded wearily, and said what he was asked to say, and heard It wasn't so bad, Old Donegal thought when the priest was done. so that he could look at them, and Old Donegal chuckled inside.	./cache/29643.txt	./txt/29643.txt