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The Stars My Destination ( Tiger! Tiger! ) :: Bester Alfred
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He took her shoulders and shoved her out into the companionway. She went sailing down into the main lounge, caught a guide bar and spun herself around. «Ghoul!» she cried. «Liar! Cheat! Ghoul! Lecher! Beast!»
Foyle pursued her, seized her again and shook her violently. Her red hair burst out of the clip that gathered it at the nape of her neck and floated out like a mermaid's tresses. The burning expression on her face transformed Foyle's anger into passion. He enveloped her and buried his new face in her breast.
«Lecher,» Jiz murmured. «Animal . . .»
«Oh, Jiz . .
«The light,» Jisbella whispered. Foyle reached out blindly toward the wall switches and pressed buttons, and the Saturn Weekender drove on toward the asteroids with darkened portholes.
They floated together in the cabin, drowsing, murmuring, touching tenderly for hours.
«Poor Gully,» Jisbella whispered. «Poor darling Gully . . .»
«Not poor,» he said. «Rich . . . soon.»
«Yes, rich and empty. You've got nothing inside you, Gully dear . Nothing but hatred and revenge.»
«It's enough.»
«Enough for now. But later?»
«Later? That depends.»
«It depends on your inside, Gully; what you get hold of.»
«No. My future depends on what I get rid of.»
«Gully. . . why did you hold out on me in Gouffre Martel? Why didn't you tell me you knew there was a fortune aboard 'Nomad'?»
«I couldn't.»
«Didn't you trust me?»
«It wasn't that. I couldn't help myself. That's what's inside me . . .what I have to get rid of.»
«Control again, eh Gully? You're driven.»
«Yes, I'm driven. I can't learn control, Jiz. I want to, but I can't.»
«Do you try?»
«I do. God knows, I do. But then something happens, and…”
«And then you pounce like a tiger.»
«If I could carry you in my pocket, Jiz . . . to warn me . . . stick a pin in me…”
«Nobody can do it for you, Gully. You have to learn yourself.»
He digested that for a long moment. Then he spoke hesitantly: «Jiz . about the money . . . ?»
«To hell' with the money.» «Can I hold you to that?» «Oh, Gully.»
«Not that I. . . that I'm trying to hold out on you. If it wasn't for 'Vorga,' I'd give you all you wanted. All! I'll give you every cent left over when I'm finished. But I'm scared, Jiz. 'Vorga' is tough . . . what with Presteign and Dagenham and that lawyer, Sheffield.
He took her shoulders and shoved her out into the companionway. She went sailing down into the main lounge, caught a guide bar and spun herself around. «Ghoul!» she cried. «Liar! Cheat! Ghoul! Lecher! Beast!»
Foyle pursued her, seized her again and shook her violently. Her red hair burst out of the clip that gathered it at the nape of her neck and floated out like a mermaid's tresses. The burning expression on her face transformed Foyle's anger into passion. He enveloped her and buried his new face in her breast.
«Lecher,» Jiz murmured. «Animal . . .»
«Oh, Jiz . .
«The light,» Jisbella whispered. Foyle reached out blindly toward the wall switches and pressed buttons, and the Saturn Weekender drove on toward the asteroids with darkened portholes.
They floated together in the cabin, drowsing, murmuring, touching tenderly for hours.
«Poor Gully,» Jisbella whispered. «Poor darling Gully . . .»
«Not poor,» he said. «Rich . . . soon.»
«Yes, rich and empty. You've got nothing inside you, Gully dear . Nothing but hatred and revenge.»
«It's enough.»
«Enough for now. But later?»
«Later? That depends.»
«It depends on your inside, Gully; what you get hold of.»
«No. My future depends on what I get rid of.»
«Gully. . . why did you hold out on me in Gouffre Martel? Why didn't you tell me you knew there was a fortune aboard 'Nomad'?»
«I couldn't.»
«Didn't you trust me?»
«It wasn't that. I couldn't help myself. That's what's inside me . . .what I have to get rid of.»
«Control again, eh Gully? You're driven.»
«Yes, I'm driven. I can't learn control, Jiz. I want to, but I can't.»
«Do you try?»
«I do. God knows, I do. But then something happens, and…”
«And then you pounce like a tiger.»
«If I could carry you in my pocket, Jiz . . . to warn me . . . stick a pin in me…”
«Nobody can do it for you, Gully. You have to learn yourself.»
He digested that for a long moment. Then he spoke hesitantly: «Jiz . about the money . . . ?»
«To hell' with the money.» «Can I hold you to that?» «Oh, Gully.»
«Not that I. . . that I'm trying to hold out on you. If it wasn't for 'Vorga,' I'd give you all you wanted. All! I'll give you every cent left over when I'm finished. But I'm scared, Jiz. 'Vorga' is tough . . . what with Presteign and Dagenham and that lawyer, Sheffield.