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"
And
Ginnie
said
to
me
—
"
cried
Biggs
.
The
men
roared
.
"
So
I
smacked
her
!
"
shouted
Biggs
with
a
bottle
in
his
hand
.
Spender
set
down
his
plate
.
He
listened
to
the
wind
over
his
ears
,
cool
and
whispering
.
He
looked
at
the
cool
ice
of
the
white
Martian
buildings
over
there
on
the
empty
sea
lands
.
"
What
a
woman
,
what
a
woman
!
"
Biggs
emptied
his
bottle
in
his
wide
mouth
.
"
Of
all
the
women
I
ever
knew
!
"
The
smell
of
Biggs
’
s
sweating
body
was
on
the
air
.
Spender
let
the
fire
die
.
"
Hey
,
kick
her
up
there
,
Spender
!
"
said
Biggs
,
glancing
at
him
for
a
moment
,
then
back
to
his
bottle
.
"
Well
,
one
night
Ginnie
and
me
—
"
A
man
named
Schoenke
got
out
his
accordion
and
did
a
kicking
dance
,
the
dust
springing
up
around
him
.
"
Ahoo
—
I
’
m
alive
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Yay
!
"
roared
the
men
.
They
threw
down
their
empty
plates
.
Three
of
them
lined
up
and
kicked
like
chorus
maidens
,
joking
loudly
.
The
others
,
clapping
hands
,
yelled
for
something
to
happen
.
Cheroke
pulled
off
his
shirt
and
showed
his
naked
chest
,
sweating
as
he
whirled
about
.
The
moonlight
shone
on
his
crewcut
hair
and
his
young
,
clean
-
shaven
cheeks
.
In
the
sea
bottom
the
wind
stirred
along
faint
vapors
,
and
from
the
mountains
great
stone
visages
looked
upon
the
silvery
rocket
and
the
small
fire
.
