Owen Baarslag had brought terror to the swamp people. Joha, the little Venusian maid, was determined that he should not leave without it. Joha, who was part Venusian, twined her translucent fingers through the Earthman's matted hair. She smiled. Strangely, from her light green face, red eyes shone with a terrible hatred and a malignant purpose. But the man asleep on the couch of lizard-skin softened with layers of wing-feathers from the Kuh-Kuri Swampbird, was unaware of that evil, almost lustful hate--for it blazed outward from her delicate face only while he slept.…
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