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63516	Brackett, Leigh	The Vanishing Venusians			.txt	text/plain	11137	1157	95	Harker's eyes were like blown coals for an instant. The sinews in Harker's face were drawn like knots of wire. Sim, the big black man, relieved Harker before dawn. They liked peeping inside of Harker when he wasn't looking. Harker found Rory McLaren standing beside him, his arm around Viki, his Harker said, "You're crazy, Sim. Why you want to do all Rory McLaren looked at Harker. "Maybe," said Harker, "they go right up beyond the sky." The fever was McLaren pulled free of him and went doggedly after Sim. Harker shrugged "They look like flowers," McLaren said. "They look more like fish," the black man said. "I don't like this," McLaren said. Harker buried his face in the green grass, and Sim's voice went with Rory McLaren moaned softly and Harker turned. Harker said, "No." He explained about himself and McLaren. Presently Harker said, "Hold it," and sat down, tumbling McLaren gently	./cache/63516.txt	./txt/63516.txt