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Portrait of T. S. Stribling T. S. Stribling The Web of the Sun (Adventure Magazine… (1922)

As he drew near the entrance of the teocalla, he saw Gogoma standing in the archway. The entrance and façade were so huge the priest was diminished to a mere brown blob guarding the passage.
“What is it, Prymoxl?” he called in the short-breathed voice of the exceedingly obese.
“My niñas!” screamed the old crone. “Where are my ninas, Gogoma? What have you done with my niñas?”
As Lassiter hurried toward the entrance to aid his future mother-in-law, Gogoma's brown spot swelled to a vast dripping body.
“Your niñas are in the sun, Prymoxl——”
“My niñas are dead! They are dead!”
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Portrait of T. S. Stribling T. S. Stribling The Web of the Sun (Adventure Magazine… (1922)

Lassiter was already turning away. What argument could be brought to bear on a man whose profoundest conviction was that the whole universe and all the ramifications of life that had gone before were but the supers that made ready for his triumphal entrance on the stage of Motobatl!
As Lassiter turned away, Birdsong called,
“If you don't believe a match is a miracle, Mr. Lassiter, try making one.”
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Portrait of T. S. Stribling T. S. Stribling The Web of the Sun (Adventure Magazine… (1922)

The promoter forsook that branch of his argument.
“What I really called to you to stop for,” said Lassiter, “was about upsetting the faith of these old women with matches. You tell them their children are dead and in hell, and then strike a match and they believe it. That's a cruel thing to do, Birdsong. It's a fiendish thing to do. You might just as well have stopped in and murdered Prymoxl's fourteen children. She's wild. She's nearly crazy. She came howling and shrieking— Oh, it was pitiful, Birdsong!”
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