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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
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He was pointed out to a raw hand, by the raw hand’s experienced fellow-townsman, as “that beast Lewisham—awful swat.
Now there was little Tuk. As a matter of fact his name was not Tuk at all, but before he could speak properly he called himself Tuk.
“Hurrah! Hurrah! There he is! The Prince! The Prince!”
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"This venture is mine also," she spoke with conviction. "As it is Tino-rau's and Taua's. Is that not so, Daughters of the Alii of this world?"
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That is as much as anyone can tell you of the glare upon Sidderford Moor and the alleged music therewith.
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
“Sapristi!” screamed the infuriated Rokoff. “What do you mean? Are you a fool that you thus again insult Nikolas Rokoff?”
“When he regains his senses he will kill me,” she said, in Arabic.
Naturally I am kind-hearted, and so I found it beyond me to leave even this hateful and repulsive thing alone in a strange and hostile world.
“Where could that horrid creature have come from that set upon me in the jungle and nearly killed poor Sing?” she asked.
Quick was Sabor, the lioness, and quick were Numa and Sheeta, but Tarzan of the Apes was lightning.
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Light novels are Japanese young adult novels targeted at high school students.
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Now that that evil influence had been withdrawn, a new life began for Dr. Jekyll.
Her callings are domestic and sympathetic, she watches over a cradle or assists a sister soul heavenward.
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“The devil you do!” said he. “What an ass I was to mention it to you! I might have thought. Anyhow, it will give you an inkling of our—mysteries. Whiskey?”
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So it was Lewisham enrolled his first ally in the cause of the red tie—of the red tie and of the Greatness that was presently to come.
A short sci-fi novel about how human kind transformed into AI.
It is the natural, to-be-desired longing of the child mind to be satiated with good stories.
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Story telling to be a developing factor in a child’s life must be studied by the story teller.
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A large portion of the cylinder had been uncovered, though its lower end was still embedded.
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“Good Lord!” said Henderson. “Fallen meteorite! That’s good.”
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The previous session—their friendship was now nearly a year old—it had never once dawned upon him that she could possibly be pretty.
No one would believe me; I was almost as queer to men as I had been to the Beast People.
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It is still a matter of wonder how the Martians are able to slay men so swiftly and so silently.
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A close observer might have gathered that the topic was distasteful; but the doctor carried it off gaily.
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Graham hesitated, and then walked forward to where the broken verge of wall dropped sheer. He stood looking down, a lonely, tall, black figure against the sky.
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The titles of the three-volumed second edition set forth the contents of each book with the same minute detail as that of the initial volume of 1589.
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On February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1° S. and longitude 107° W.
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“Come back. Oh, do come back!” called Dicky to the little ship, but the ship only sailed the faster.
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“You look a little unhappy,” said Old Man Rabbit, taking another bite of his turnip.
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"The fact is," said the Vicar, "this is no world for Angels."
There are works, and this is one of them, that are best begun with a portrait of the author
The girl’s name was Inge; she was a poor child, but proud and presumptuous.
“It’s a-movin’,” he said to me as he passed; “a-screwin’ and a-screwin’ out. I don’t like it. I’m a-goin’ ’ome, I am.”
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“You were picked up in a boat, starving. The name on the boat was the Lady Vain, and there were spots of blood on the gunwale.”
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“I’m itching to get to work again—with this new stuff,” said the white-haired man, nodding towards the enclosure. His eyes grew brighter.
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I do not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the Lady Vain.
“Nay,” shouted the curate, at the top of his voice, standing likewise and extending his arms. “Speak! The word of the Lord is upon me!”
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Victoria Custer's mind was working rapidly, casting about for some means of escape from the silent figure at her side.
“Confound you!” said Montgomery. “Why the devil don’t you get out of the way?”
I could see in any direction save behind me, to the north, and neither Martians nor sign of Martians were to be seen.
In accomplishing this the ape was tearing away the entire front of its breast, which was held in the vise-like grip of the powerful jaws.
“Whatever you tell me, you may rely upon my keeping to myself—if that’s it.”
Best Visual Novel Series on Xbox: Zero Escape, Danganronpa, The Ace Attorney Trilogy.
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So soon as the Angel had passed, one of the three hummed this tune in an aggressive tone.
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
“This is our home,” he said smiling, and with thoughtful eyes on me.
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
Just think, this little White Rabbit wanted to be somebody else instead of the nice little rabbit that he was.
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Imagination and the Fairy Story](https://hackernoon.com/for-the-story-teller-chapter-11-imagination-and-the-fairy-story) While all the world was out searching for the Blue Robin, it had come of its own accord to the poor little faithful boy in his poor little home.
“Oh, mother, dear mother!” cried Ernest. “I do hope I shall live to see him.”
I felt foolish and angry. I tried and found I could not tell them what I had seen. They laughed again at my broken sentences.
Faith will van... ish in... to sight, Hope be emp... tied in del ... ight, Love in Heaven will shine more bri... ight, There... fore give us Love"
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
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“Imagine a sphere,” he explained, “large enough to hold two people and their luggage.
A careful reading of the story will disclose Hawthorne’s subtle use of suspense, the art of “making his audience wait” for his dénouement.
Memory is a process of association of ideas. Not repetition of an idea, but surrounding it with a host of witnesses gives it permanency in the mind.
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He fidgeted into the bedroom and stopped as dead as a pointer.
“With all my heart,” said the cook, and she made a cake. It was as big as—let me see—as big as the moon.
"This—ahem—gentleman," said the Vicar, "or—ah—Angel"—the Angel bowed—"is suffering from a gunshot wound."
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Farther on towards Weybridge, just over the bridge, there were a number of men in white fatigue jackets throwing up a long rampart, and more guns behind.
For if they had come by the Cape of Good Hope, then must they, as aforesaid, have fallen upon the south parts of America.
Yes, he was the most beautiful Prince that ever was born.
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
“The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said.
“I dare make no experiments.”
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“Everybody goes to bed so very, very early in the country. A mouse may dance until morning without being caught.”
“What ugly brutes!” he said. “Good God! What ugly brutes!” He repeated this over and over again.
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“May I hope for you, then?” I asked. “For I surely see a way; however slight a possibility for success it may have, still, it is a way.”
“It is the puma,” I said, “still alive, but so cut and mutilated as I pray I may never see living flesh again. Of all vile—”
They tried poor inadequate congratulation....
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“There is, I believe,” said Lincoln. “But for you—! If you would like to occupy yourself with that, we can make you a sworn aeronaut to-morrow.”
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"A time gate!" He was eager to accept such an explanation. Time gates he could understand, but that the Foanna used one....
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The whole area was moon, a stupendous scimitar of white dawn with its edge hacked out by notches of darkness.
“Oh, no, I’m not so stupid as all that; no, I’m not!” Anders said.
“I was walking through the roads to clear my brain,” he said. “And suddenly—fire, earthquake, death!”
Ross crawled across his rock on his hands and knees, wavered along the cliff wall until he was again faced with angry water.
It was a great mystery to Herr Skopf—and, doubtless, still is.
“My charm of manner, I suppose. But, indeed, he’s very human.”
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His pursuers were gaining upon him, their savage yells mingling with his piercing cries and spurring him on to undreamed-of pinnacles of speed.
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It chanced on one of these rambles that their way led them down a by-street in a busy quarter of London.
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Killers had come out of the sky, and they were burning—burning—All living things were fleeing before them.
“Dark and damnable,” said the old man suddenly. “Dark and damnable. Turned out of my room among all these dangers.”
APPERCEPTION is a formidable and sometimes confusing term for a very simple and easy-to-understand mental process.
Judging by their attitude, the box had run to earth there the prey they had been searching for.
“I cannot understand it,” he said. “Monsieur Thuran assured us that Clayton passed away many days ago.”
The memory of his work on the transfusion of blood recurred to me.
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
The slave hesitated. "He does not approve of your flying alone," she reminded her mistress.
“This,” it came to me, “is England. That is what I wanted to give in my book. This!”
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“Your servant, your most humble helper in God (your God),
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
It was the first time that Orthis had spoken to me since we had occupied this village. I did not like his tone or his manner.
“She might have done better with herself than that,” said Asano.
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Professor Maxon was too ill to accompany the expedition, and von Horn set out alone with his Dyak allies.
It hath been attempted by Corterialis the Portuguese, Scolmus the Dane, and by Sebastian Cabot in the time of King Henry VII.
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Mr. Utterson was sitting by his fireside one evening after dinner, when he was surprised to receive a visit from Poole.
If it was being flown by some human—or nonhuman—flyer, he was a master pilot.
Silently we awaited the signal from The Rattlesnake.
I could hear a number of noises almost like those in an engine shed; and the place rocked with that beating thud.
The murderer was gone long ago; but there lay his victim in the middle of the lane, incredibly mangled.
“None escape,” said I. “Therefore hear and do as I command.” They stood up, looking questioningly at one another.
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One of the civilians twitched at the officer's sleeve, apparently demanding a translation, but the other shook him off impatiently.
His hunting had not carried him far afield, nor was he prone to permit it to do so.
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He had no conception of the time that had elapsed since I had departed, but guessed that many years had dragged their slow way into the past.
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“We shall be floating in this sphere with absolutely no occupation.”
Stoty Telling an Aid to Verbal Expression](https://hackernoon.com/for-the-story-teller-chapter-9-stoty-telling-an-aid-to-verbal-expression) “First she leaped, and then she ran, ’Till she came to the cow and thus began.”
In this thread, we talk about the books, movies, or tv shows that were powerful enough to make us cry.
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Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen, is part of HackerNoon’s Book Blog Post series.
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The word remained like a little ash after a flare.
About the camp of the Boat Builders, as Nu approached, he discovered the usual cordon of night prowlers that he had naturally expected.
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The sweetest-scented grasses lined her bower where other soft, furry pelts made hers the downiest couch in all the jungle.
Uhha was pleased. She smiled broadly. "I am Uhha," she told him. "My father is Khamis the witch doctor."
Whether it be a film, a novel, a tv show, a video game, these stories are the ones we keep coming back to at least once a year.
“Follow me—he cannot harm her, except to kill; and that he can do whether you remain or not. We had best go now—trust me.”
The last warrior to leave the deck turned and threw something back upon the vessel, waiting an instant to note the outcome of his act.
This, evidently, was the ford he sought, but as he started toward the river he noticed the imprints of the feet of many animals—human and brute.
I remember, clearly and coldly and vividly, all that I did that day until the time that I stood weeping and praising God upon the summit of Primrose Hill.
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed one—a red-haired man in a short purple robe. “When the Sleeper wakes—When!”
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“Confound him!” said Mr. Lewisham, arguing the matter out with the bedroom furniture. “Why the devil can’t he mind his own business?”
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Not Flora Hawkes, but a soft, Spanish name that Flora never had heard.
“I have brought a strange creature wearing the metal of a Thark whom it is my pleasure to have battle with a wild thoat at the great games.”
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In one respect I shall certainly provoke criticism.
“Some children were at play in their playground one day, when a herald rode through the town, blowing a trumpet and crying aloud: ‘The King! The King is coming!
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He was a man of extensive reservations. His private life was in some respects exceptionally private.
"Stop!" I cried. "Whoever shoots at me or advances toward me I shall kill as I killed him!"
“Death!” shouted one of the judges.
“Leave her alone,” he said; “she is mine.”
As I reached their side a glance showed me that all but a very few eggs had hatched, the incubator being fairly alive with the hideous little devils.
I remember I felt singularly unwanted.
Stimulating the Emotions by Means of a Story](https://hackernoon.com/for-the-story-teller-chapter-10-stimulating-the-emotions-by-means-of-a-story) “I wish I had somebody to tell me all about the world,” he said to himself once, “a real, live person. Oh, I want somebody dreadfully!”
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“This is Vad Varo, who claims to be from the planet Jasoom,” replied Gor Hajus; “and this, Vad Varo, is Mu Tel, Prince of the House of Kan.”
"Suppose it should turn out that there is nothing but an ocean on this side of the planet," I suggested.
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The momentum of his flying body, added to that of my own, carried the two of us over the cliff.
"Thandar is dead," she whispered.
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It was a thick voice, with something in it—a kind of whistling overtone—that struck me as peculiar; but the English accent was strangely good.
The man made an effort to take a firm grasp upon himself that no tell-tale evidence of his emotion might be betrayed in his speech.
“It’s perfectly splendid. Of all the fine weather the best has been kept for now. My last day. My very last day.”
One day there was an unusually heavy storm and down from the tree blew the nest. So the Sparrow had now no home.
Always the bad men caught a few unwary victims before the safety of the ledges could be attained, but this time there was a difference.
From breast to knees ghastly wounds were furrowed in the man's brown skin where the powerful hind feet of the beast had raked him.
Survivors there were none.
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I felt as a rabbit might feel returning to his burrow and suddenly confronted by the work of a dozen busy navvies digging the foundations of a house.
Scarcely six weeks passed before I had lost every feeling but dislike and abhorrence for this infamous experiment of Moreau’s.
“You can’t have me!” said I, aghast. He had the squarest and most resolute face I ever set eyes upon.
Two eternal beings, magnificently enhaloed, the one in a blinding excess of white radiance and the other in a bewildering extravagance of colours.
"All kinds of artists, Angels with wonderful imaginations, who invent men and cows and eagles and a thousand impossible creatures."
To meet these story needs as applied to oral delivery, a story has, ordinarily, to be made over before it is told.
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The Instinct Story](https://hackernoon.com/for-the-story-teller-chapter-7-the-instinct-story) Instinct may be defined as inherited memory.
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Once more I thought I caught the glint of his eyes, and that was all.
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“The King doesn’t belong. They had to expel him. It’s the Stuart blood, I suppose; but really—”
Futilest of futilities! The huge, destroying bludgeon had not even paused, but swinging in a great circle fell crushingly upon the skull of The Second Woman.
In these chutes the stream of animals was continuous; it was quite uncanny to watch them, pressing on to their fate, all unsuspicious a very river of death.
“They are as they are,” replied the professor. “I shall do for them what I can—when I am gone they must look to themselves. I can see no way out of it.”
With swelling chest he narrated the glories of his adventure and exhibited the spoils of conquest.
The stranger was very lavish in his entertainment.
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The camp described probably occupies the site of present-day Pasadena.
Lewisham growled, went from page 1 to page 3—conscious of their both looking to him now—even intensely—and discovered Chaffery in a practical vein.
Everything was as still a
She turned without a word—they were both panting—and they went back to where the lady in white struggled to hold back the frightened pony.
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The fifth testimony, out of Gomara’s “General History,” is the following extract from a history of the West Indies published in 1552–1553.
“Draw your revolver,” I said, “and follow me. If they interfere we shall have to shoot them. We must get out of this before the others arrive.”
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“Thi Man huwdbi Kin” forced itself on him as “The Man who would be King.”
As we saw it first it was the wildest and most desolate of scenes. We were in an enormous amphitheatre, a vast circular plain, the floor of the giant crater.
He looked about him in a puzzled way. "I had a kind of vision while you were playing. I seemed to see——. What did I see? It has gone."
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"Mr Hilyer, I protest. I know. Not anything you can say will alter my opinion one jot. Don't try. I never suspected you were nearly such an interesting man."
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I went toward them, and all the perspectives of my reconstructed universe altered as I did so.
He came to Princhester an innocent and trustful man.
“Certainly,” she replied. “Even now I cannot understand how you were able to overcome a tor-ho with that pitiful little stick of wood.”
Dr. Martineau said something of no consequence about its being a very comfortable little car.
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"Did you really make that up yourself?" said Mrs Jehoram, sparkling her eyes at him, "as you went along. Really, it is wonderful! Nothing less than wonderful."
They found that little Marjery was the best scholar and had the best heart of any one who wanted to be the teacher, and they gave her a most favorable report.
“I saw you yesterday. And I rode over to see you.” I had now come close to her, and stood looking up into her face.
In the darkness on the table something faintly luminous, a greenish-white patch, stirred and hopped slowly among the dim shapes.
She spoke at last with an effort. “That it hurts me,” she said, and grimaced and stopped again.
Up the bed of the stream she led him, sometimes floundering through holes so deep that they were entirely submerged.
“I don’t know why. But this is like—like walking round a house that looks square and complete and finding an unexpected long wing running out behind.”
“Talking wanton nonsense.... Any professional archaeologist would laugh, simply laugh....”
“The first thing I began to read again,” said Mrs. Garstein Fellows, “—I'm not saying it for your sake, Bishop—was the Bible.”
“I've been in the gardens on the river terrace,” he answers, “hoping I might see her again.”
"—down to the lower levels—" the thought came slowly, forced out by a weakening will. "Lower—levels—roads to the sea—"
So, ingloriously, ended the Angel's first and last appearance in Society.
The big fellow spun around like a top, his knees gave beneath him and he crumpled to the ground at my feet.
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But all the men had not disappeared.
Richard Hakluyt was of an ancient Hertfordshire family, dating back in that historic county to the thirteenth century.
“You may die like a madman,” he said, “but you won't die like a tame rabbit.”
“Tu, nisi ventis Debes ludibrium, cave.”
“I cannot go alone,” she answered simply, “and I know that you will not leave him. There is no other way—we must stay.”
A good rule that, and only relaxed by courtesy in favour of the retinue of visiting royalty from a friendly foreign power.
As the three paused a moment to look about the chamber there fell upon their ears the sound of a human voice.
The man, seeing the success of his strategy, could not restrain a faint smile of satisfaction.
The extreme caution of the two men was prompted by former experiences with the intelligent and doglike creatures with which they had to deal.
“There’s fighting going on about Weybridge” was the extent of their information.
“It’s a pity they make themselves so unapproachable,” he said. “It would be curious to know how they live on another planet; we might learn a thing or two.”
“We are falling toward the Moon, sir,” he said, “and she does not respond to her control.”
He shrugged and there was a cold smile upon his handsome lips. “Very well,” he said, “fetch Xaxa. When do you start?”
Since neither the merman nor Dalgard took cover, Raf judged that they did not fear attack now.
His definition of Prejudice impressed White as being the most bloodless and philosophical formula that ever dominated the mind of a man.
“Him? No, him no hurt Sing. Sing poor,” with which more or less enigmatical rejoinder the Chinaman returned to his work.
Abruptly the flare was extinguished and the ways were an inky darkness once more, a tumultuous mystery.
The Dramatic Story](https://hackernoon.com/for-the-story-teller-chapter-8-the-dramatic-story) A child cries at a pain, laughs when he is tickled, starts in fear at a sudden and loud noise.
They decided to go to Switzerland at the session’s end. “We’ll clean up everything tidy,” said Capes....
“Amen,” replied Bulan, “but yet, had it not been for Borneo I might never have found you.”
This necessitated watching by day on Tarzan’s part to discover where the arrows were being concealed.
“It is not the poverty I fear,” said Lady Ella.
I had not spoken very loudly, but the words seemed to reverberate in my mouth, as if to testify to the correctness of my explanation.
The idea recalled Rokoff to his mind.
"I've been working. I got excited by my work. I've been at the laboratory. I've had the best spell of work I've ever had since our marriage."
In an uncomfortable armchair of slippery black horsehair, in a mean apartment at Sundering-on-Sea, sat a sick man.
Von Horn did not relish the insinuation in the accent which the girl put upon the last word.
“She is much more incapable than I am,” said Sir Richmond as if he delivered a weighed and very important judgment.
"It's—it's so generous."
Above me shone the red eye of Mars holding her awful secret, forty-eight million miles away.
“I—ah—essayed to take the book from him,” he replied, a slight flush mounting his sallow cheek; “but—ah—your son is quite muscular for one so young.”
This was his healthy state and it made him cheerful, pleasant, and very attractive to intelligent men and to all women.
"Yes, you alone. Then my wand would be drained for a space. But what can you do within their hold, save be meat for their taking?"
Tarzan shook his head. "Not regularly," he replied. "I must fight in my own way; but I can help you. Whenever I wish I can enter the German lines."
One was that Astra already harbored an Earth colony—descended from refugees from the world of the previous century.
It was the girl who first spoke. “Who are you,” she asked, “to whom I owe my safety?”
Billy Byrne had not been scrapping with third- and fourth-rate heavies, and sparring with real, live ones for nothing.
I wondered what fate awaited this other poor victim and myself, and why they had chosen to have us die together.
"They are not dead, my friend," replied Komodoflorensal. "They are the nobles whose duty it is to prevent the use of wine. They are not dead—they are drunk."
"I think so." Her voice was weak. "The Foanna ... Ynlan ... Ynvalda—" Steadying herself against him, she tried to look around.
“Secure them,” he said, “but do not injure them.”
After a time they commenced to quiet down, and as no further mysterious deaths occurred among them they took heart again.
“Long have I looked for you, Tarzan,” said Akut. “Now that I have found you I shall come to your jungle and live there always.”
“Ulla, ulla, ulla, ulla,” wailed that superhuman note—great waves of sound sweeping down the broad, sunlit roadway,between the tall buildings on each side.
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The language that he used was intelligible to the two below, yet there was a marked difference between it and their Barsoomian tongue.
Not long after he is found turning from the Northwest Passage and advising a new voyage for the discovery of a Northeast route to India.
"I saw——" Thorvald gasped, pausing as if to catch full lungfuls of air to back his words, "they have a 'hound!' That's what you hear."
"Aren't you a little surprised that this small room is not choking full of smoke? You know that the shutters are tightly closed."
Thurg pleaded and threatened, but all to no avail.
Picking it up to examine it, Clayton gave a cry of astonishment, for the ring bore the crest of the house of Greystoke.
When his eyes were clear again he saw the monster had passed and was rushing landward.
“I don't tink I could pack him very fer tonight—I don't feel jest quite fit agin yet. You wouldn't mind much if I buried him here, would you?”
"Reminds me of something I saw once—animals running before a forest fire. They can't all be looking for new hunting territory," McNeil returned.
My inexperience as a writer betrays me, and I wander from the thread of my story.
“My faith in God grows,” he said.
Ann Veronica had an impression that she did not sleep at all that night, and at any rate she got through an immense amount of feverish feeling and thinking.
“Had they not better throw these bodies to the plant men and then return to their quarters, O Mighty One?” asked Thuvia of me.
The Angel made an irresolute movement. "Your eyes are very beautiful," he said quietly, with a remote wonder in his voice.
What became of them none knew—only that they passed forever out of the sight of man into that grim and mysterious country of the pole.
“Your poor dear mother! So good and honest a woman! So simple and kind and forgiving! To think of it! My dear young man!”—he said it manfully—“I’m ashamed.”
My predicament was grave.
The light which faintly illuminated it entered through a narrow embrasure which was heavily barred, but it was evidently daylight.
“My God!” he exclaimed. “Are you a man?”
TO PROVE THAT THESE INDIANS, AFORENAMED, CAME NOT BY THE SOUTH-EAST, SOUTH-WEST, NOR FROM ANY OTHER PART OF AFRICA OR AMERICA
“Give me a revolver,” she whispered. “I can use that upon those your sword does not silence in time.”
The climbing was difficult and oftentimes dangerous.
"This is not hunting ground." His message formed in Dalgard's mind. "That finned one had no fear of me."
Of course we couldn't know the intentions of the strangers, but we could pretty well guess them.
Metak, the son of Herog, was no weakling.
Best, furnishing a description of the spirited scenes at the departure, properly begins the story.
They don't laugh at you.... At least—they laugh differently....
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“Do as I tell you and you will be well off. Keep perfect silence. A raised voice may spell your doom; a pistol shot most assuredly.”
Likewise Hieronimus Fracastorius, a learned Italian, and traveller in the north parts of the same land.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I have been buried in the ruins of a house thirteen or fourteen days. I don’t know what has happened.”
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I love all horses and always have; but I think I never loved any animal as I did Red Lightning, as we named him.
“I suppose pride and self-assertion are sin? Sinned against heaven—Yes, I have sinned against heaven and before thee....
No generalisations about race are too extravagant for the inflamed credulity of the present time.
Who will win—Ostrog or the People? A thousand years hence that will still be just the open question we leave to-day.
Leone considered. The Russian was close, moving rapidly, almost running. “Don’t fire. Wait.” Leone tensed. “I don’t think we’re needed.”
To-night all over the world ships must be in flight and ships pursuing; ten thousand towns must be ringing with the immediate excitement of war....
Crispness folded down upon New York a month later, bringing November and the three big football games and a great fluttering of furs along Fifth Avenue.
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And I remember her coming in late one evening with a note-book in her hand.
“I feel—All this is the rightest of all conceivable things. I want to tell every one. I want to boast myself.”
He turned, and Howard’s face was white. “Come back,” he heard. “They will stop the ways. The whole city will be in confusion.”
"We wanted to be alone together. There was too much—over there—too much everything."
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As the party trotted across the rolling land that stretched before them to the foothills they sighted a herd of zebras coming toward them in mad stampede.
Nor did they see the swift spring of the wolfhound, nor the thing that followed there beneath the brooding silence of the savage jungle.
There came another silence. “It's all gone so differently,” she said. “Everything has gone so differently.”
I was a Harbury boy as my father and grandfather were before me and as you are presently to be.
The like whereof also happeneth in the Frozen Sea, which proveth but small continuance of that sea toward the east.
“You've got to do the thing you can,” he said, after a pause, “and likely it's what you're fitted for.”
Again was I suddenly recalled to my immediate surroundings by a repetition of the weird moan from the depths of the cave.
Suddenly a fit of depression came upon her. She felt alone—absolutely alone—in a void world.
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“I’ve had false ideas about the world,” I said. “Oh! they don’t matter now! Yes, I’ll come, I’ll take my chance with you, I won’t hesitate again.”
The Vicar's eyes fell with unwonted eloquence upon the door.
First, as Gemma Frisius reciteth, there went from Europe three brethren though this passage: whereof it took the name of Fretum trium fratrum.
Clearly he was unaware of my presence, and I stood waiting until his pen should come to a pause.
It was as if Martin spoke; it was her voice; it was the very quality of her thought.
“Lord!” he said at the sight of me. “You’re lean, George. It makes that scar of yours show up.”
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He adopted an urban style of dressing with the onset of Tono-Bungay and rarely abandoned it.
The whole illimitable place teemed with suggestions of indefinite and sometimes outrageous possibility, of hidden but magnificent meanings.
"Of course," he said, turning to Direck, "Rendezvous is the life and soul of the country."
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The girl had turned quite close to him now, and was retracing her steps toward the bushes twenty yards away.
My last remaining strength slipped from me, and my head fell forward on my chest. I think he found a certain satisfaction in giving me brandy.
“Air and sunlight,” said the earl. “You can’t have too much of them. But before our time they used to build for shelter and water and the high road.”
Our world is still vindictive, but the all-reaching State of Utopia will have the strength that begets mercy.
The idea of individual liberty is one that has grown in importance and grows with every development of modern thought.
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The court was very cool and a little damp, and full of premature twilight, although the sky, high up overhead, was still bright with sunset.
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“And I do want to make things pretty about us,” she said. “You don't think it wrong to have things pretty?”
“The Thing that bled, and ran screaming and sobbing,—that is dead too,” said the grey Thing, still regarding me.
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Some observant element in his composition guessed, and guessed quite accurately, that she was nineteen....
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As described by Sola, this monster was the exaggerated personification of all the ages of cruelty, ferocity, and brutality from which he had descended
Neither my Utopian double nor I love emotion sufficiently to cultivate it, and my feelings are in a state of seemly subordination when we meet again.
"Oh! in return for things I do for him, you know. We go in for division of labour in this world. Exchange is no robbery."
He tried in vain—such was his state of mind—to remember the beginning of the Lord's Prayer.
As Crump would tell you, people do not do that kind of thing unless there is something wrong with the nervous system.
Then came a letter which plunged abruptly into criticism.
The train slowed down for the seventeenth time. Marjorie looked up and read "Buryhamstreet."
"This business," said the Vicar, "this unfortunate business of the barbed wire—is really, you know, a most unfortunate business."
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The oldest novel in the world at any rate, White reflected, was a story with a hero and no love interest worth talking about.
"The lunatic! Very likely. These half-witted people.... My dear, I don't think I shall ever forget that dreadful encounter. Yesterday."
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“Figgers is a bit big for the houses,” said the policeman, anxious to do impartial justice. “But that’s Art. I lay ‘e couldn’t do anything ... not arf so good.”
I was rumoured to be dreadfully “clever,” and there were doubts—not altogether without justification—of the sweetness of my temper.
Marjorie was beginning to realize that this was going to be a very serious affair indeed for her—and that she was totally unprepared to meet it.
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"A little one, Vic, but it didn't amount to anything—there wasn't any damage done."
As I reached the doorway of our building a strange surprise awaited me.
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Sola glanced at the accouterments which were carried in my hand and slung across my shoulder.
This news sent off the visitor with his fears renewed.
“Let us at least have this little time for ourselves,” he said, and that seemed to settle their position.
A description of one alone will suffice to explain the utter hopelessness of the cause of the Earth Men.
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A critical little girl eyed our couple curiously and made some remark to her ragamuffin friend.
Life is so much fuller than any book can be.
My wife was curiously silent throughout the drive, and seemed oppressed with forebodings of evil.
"Tarzan of the Apes is a fool and a weak, old woman,"
Americans may well claim the pride of inheritance in these brave annals of adventure on untried seas and to unknown lands.
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"Dear me!" said the Vicar. "I had no idea." He came forward cautiously. "Excuse me," he said, "I am afraid I have shot you."
In like manner is this current in the Frozen Sea increased and maintained by the Dwina, the river Ob, etc.
To the North-West for the search of the passage or strait to China, written by Christopher Hall, and made in the year of our Lord 1576.
At last came she whom Tarzan sought, with lithe sinews rolling beneath shimmering hide; fat and glossy came Sabor, the lioness.
But by the north-west we may safely trade without danger or annoyance of any prince living, Christian or heathen, it being out of all their trades.
“Pretty, pretty, pretty—that is our business. What man hesitates in the choice? He goes his own way, thinks his own thoughts, does his own work ...
These plants can dissolve matter out of certain vegetable substances, such as pollen, seeds, and bits of leaves.
Near the middle of the book he found his old enemy, Sabor, the lioness, and further on, coiled Histah, the snake.
Silently the man crumpled beneath the weight upon him.
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“Dreams like mine—abilities like mine. Yes—any man! And yet ...—The things I meant to do!”
"Henry by the grace of God, King of England and France, and lord of Ireland, to all to whom these presents shall come, Greeting.
“Help, monsieur,” she cried in a low voice as Tarzan entered the room; “they were killing me.”
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At sight of us they halted in their tracks, and then an ugly smile overspread the features of their leader.
“It but remains for this council to command, and Tal Hajus must prove his fitness to rule.
Ross hesitated. She had not said the rest. What if he could not find Gordon at all? But he would—he had to!
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“It is the Ithaca,” he said, “and her Dyak crew are having a devil of a time managing her—she acts as though she were rudderless.”
She had sunk into one of the golden thrones, and as I turned to her she greeted me with a wan smile.
At the thought of that new life together that was drawing so near, she came into his head, vivid and near and warm....
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Voiceless, the soldier sank in his tracks—stone dead.
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Nadara rose to her feet—noiseless as Nagoola.
"His lameness—it could be a bridge," she observed, to Ross's mystification.
As he searched, Clayton continued to call the girl’s name aloud, but the only result of this was to attract Numa, the lion.
The broad, muscular back was turned toward him, but, tanned though it was, D’Arnot saw that it was the back of a white man, and he thanked God.
Darkness closed in while they waited for Nymani's return.
"The strange thing," said the Angel, "is the readiness of you Human Beings—the zest, with which you inflict pain. Those boys pelting me this morning——"
But of a sudden a change came, early of a morning, just as the first, faint promise of dawn was tinging the eastern sky.
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He knew then that little Meriem was his world—his sun, his moon, his stars—with her going had gone all light and warmth and happiness.
The whole kingdom was divided about it. The members of parliament were “F. B. R.,” for Blue Robin or “A. B. R.,” against Blue Robin.
The Chief Ranger scowled. "That is what Nymani has gone to find out."
That evening Mr. Utterson came home to his bachelor house in sombre spirits and sat down to dinner without relish.
The path wound through the jungle in a northeasterly direction, and along it the column moved in single file.
“This is the girl who told us what Ostrog had done,” he said.
“I did not misjudge him—like all his kind he is a coward at heart.”
“She had nothing to recommend her to a sane person—not even beauty. You know, you saw her.”
My Utopian self is, of course, my better self—according to my best endeavours—and I must confess myself fully alive to the difficulties of the situation.
“Dejah Thoris and Sola entered the hills not five miles from a great waterway and are now probably quite safe,” he assured me.
Once a cave-lion, emboldened by familiarity with the camp fires of primitive people, leaped through the encircling ring of flame.
To judge by the room Mr. Lewisham thought little of Love but much on Greatness.
My first knowledge that I was on the wrong trail came when I heard the yells of the pursuing savages suddenly grow fainter and fainter far off to my left.
The jungle was already quite close, but, on the other hand, the man was gaining upon her.
Before the reading of that letter was completed lions and lion-hunting had fled my thoughts, and I was in a state of excitement bordering upon frenzy.
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It did not take me long to start upon that unknown way, nor did I go with caution, although I knew that there might be grave dangers before me.
"By the blood of Issus, I believe they will hold!" screamed one warrior to another.
Probably Rustic Canyon, which enters Santa Monica Canyon a short distance above the sea.
“Father!” came chokingly from The Killer’s lips. “Thank God that it was you. No one else in all the jungle could have stopped Tantor.”
“Your mother!” I exclaimed, “but, Sola, you could not have known your mother, child.”
“Why does the big white man who leads the ourang outangs follow us?” he asked. “Is it the chest he desires, or you?”
Once he had dreamed of returning to the world of such as these; but with the death of Meriem hope and ambition seemed to have deserted him.
For a moment the latter stood his ground with arched back and snarling face, for all the world like a great, spotted tabby.
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From these two narrations, the one supplying details omitted by the other, the full graphic story is to be drawn.
The party spent the night there, the four spacemen wrapped in their sleeping rolls by the flitter, the aliens in their globe ship.
At last the villagers had retired, with the exception of the sentries that guarded the narrow bridges connecting the dwellings with the shore.
It would be impossible for me to describe these Beast People in detail; my eye has had no training in details, and unhappily I cannot sketch.
Even now it was difficult to believe that these were really civilized beings like himself.
With the failure of this enterprise Cabot again left England and reëntered the service of Spain, taking the post of “pilot major.”
All the way back home I was much worried about her, for I did not like to see her unhappy.
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"The pickers move fast," Sssuri indicated the sand dwellers. "Perhaps yesterday, perhaps the day before—but no longer than that."
It was necessary to lower the animals to the ground in slings and this work occupied the remainder of the day and half the night.
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"How could I do less?" she replied graciously. "But it seemed cowardly to abandon a friend."
Victoria Custer was aware that Barney Custer, her brother, was forcing his way through the jungle behind them—that he was coming to take her away from Nu.
McNeil laughed, and Ashe smiled. "Well enough, Lal. Perhaps you are a wiser man than you think. But also I do not believe you should stay here."
"It would have been the same had there been ten warriors from Gombul. I slew them, winning my freedom. Look!"
“You are a mighty warrior, Dotar Sojat,” he replied, “and when this day is done I shall speak with you again in the great audience chamber.”
"He is not yours to kill," returned the king. "He belongs to Zoanthrohago."
He turned his eyes to the scene immediately before him again, trying to conceive the big factories of that intricate maze....
The hound whined up into his face; but when Curtiss approached he rose, bristling, and standing across the body of Nu growled ominously at him.
I. UNDER FOOT](https://hackernoon.com/the-war-of-the-worlds-chapter-i-under-foot) My mind was occupied by anxiety for my wife.
At intervals Clayton called aloud and finally it came to Tarzan that he was searching for the old man.
“I know the valley from end to end,” she said. “Tell me where you would go and I will lead you there as well by night as by day.”
“Speak as though Xaxa still sat upon the throne of Phundahl,” Dar Tarus told him, “for though I am Dar Tarus, whom you wronged, and not Sag Or, yet need you hav
As Tarzan tore the flesh from that portion of the kill he had retained for himself his eyes were taking in each detail of the scene below.
The children were light in color, even lighter than the women, and all looked precisely alike to me, except that some were taller than others; older, I presumed
"S-s-st," cautioned one; "here comes the licker of feet," and all eyes were turned upon the approaching E-Thas.
"Better go there," he cried. "Over before they try to gut you!"
Nu, weak and sick, was indifferent to his fate.
"This, too, has no power any longer, man who walks in the dark."
"You are an agent," the leader corrected him dispassionately, "of whom you will tell us in due time.
Upon the reading of this letter,I made sure my colleague was insane; but till that was proved beyond the possibility of doubt,I felt bound to do as he requested
"I fear the forest," said Janzara.
But as soon as the fox was out of sight, the woman just took a little peep into the bag, and the pig jumped out, and the ox ate him.
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“Where can they be?” he cried. “They cannot have gone down, for there has been no sea, and they were afloat after the yacht sank—I saw them all.”
The man aimed a heavy fist at the black’s face; but long experience in dodging similar blows saved the presumptuous one.
"If you know so much about them, tell us what weapons we may use to pull them down!" That demand came from Vistur.
"She is a German and a spy," replied Tarzan.
Hobart was not to be hurried. "We'll think it over," he decided. "This needs a little time for consideration."
So deep was her feeling of contempt for this man, that the sudden appearance of him before her startled a single exclamation from her.
The Vicar examined his visitor critically—for the first time. "He will be difficult to explain," he said to himself softly.
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His strokes were long and easy—it would be many hours before those giant muscles would commence to feel fatigue.
"You have a bad record, young man."
No other sounds came to his ears than the dismal, bloodthirsty moanings of the beast ahead and the beast behind.
In happy ignorance the little girl played on, while from above two steady eyes looked down upon her—unblinking, unwavering.
I raised her gently in my arms and pointed at the body of Xaxa lying deathlike on the ersite slab beside her.
“Big blute, he catchem Linee. Tly kill Sing. Head hit tlee. No see any more. Wakee up—all glone,” moaned the Chinaman as he tried to gain his feet.
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“I do not know that I can blame you,” he said; “but what matters it? Tomorrow we shall both be dead. Let us at least call a truce until then.”
"Ho—warrior!" Ross returned hoarsely, trying to lade that title with all the scorn he could summon.
"No, not dead," replied Tarzan, "and I see that you are not either. But how about the girl?"
"Stay!" he cried, "or the woman dies, for such is the command of O-Tar, rather than that she again fall into your hands."
"You are not The River Devil!" she cried.
Flatfoot was the first to greet him.
A passage by way of “Cathay” had the most powerful attractions.
The addressed hastened to a small door at the far end of the chamber and, swinging it wide, cried: “Way for Dejah Thoris, future Queen of Okar!”
What was there to fear in a single she-Tarmangani? Nothing, absolutely nothing.
“Very well, Jane,” he said. “I am disappointed, but I shall let my trip to England wait a month; then we can go back together.”
The peoples of all nations had celebrated—victors and vanquished alike—for they were tired of war.
"A little while ago I was a little pink baby."
Following the song Orrin Colby talked to us—he always talked about the practical things that affected our lives and our future.
“They were men, men like yourselves, whom you have infected with some bestial taint,—men whom you have enslaved, and whom you still fear.
"Friend?" Ross asked in the Beaker tongue. The traders ranged far, and perhaps there was a chance they had had contact with this tribe.
“I thank God that you are not dead,” I said. “I feared for that nasty cut upon your head.”
"The Foanna," she continued, "these Wreckers, the sea people—all at odds with one another. Do we join any, then their quarrels must also become ours."
From a lofty perch Tarzan viewed the village of thatched huts across the intervening plantation.
The fact is that we had absolutely incompatible dispositions and habits of thought and action, and our danger and isolation only accentuated the incompatibility
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“Brother Or-tis will tell you if you do not know—you are to be taken to him.”
"This is better," she shouted. "Now we can reach shore," and turning she struck out for land.
As the little party emerged from the jungle the first person that Professor Porter and Cecil Clayton saw was Jane, standing by the cabin door.
“The Prince of Helium is no fool,” he said.
“Now mind you, never come again,” she whispered over her shoulder as she crept away, “only I shall come sometimes.”
Who could doubt that she was a help?
The latter was an American traveling for his health, Waldo E. Smith-Jones, son of John Alden Smith-Jones of Boston.
An expression of pain crossed his features, and he shuddered—but not from fear.
The woman, unaccustomed to having her rights challenged by mere man, was filled with surprise and righteous anger.
My experience with Woola determined me to attempt the experiment of kindness in my treatment of my thoats.
But the wind was blowing from the opposite direction, so there was no chance that Nu could scent them.
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"We mean you no ill, star voyager. You are far more than we first thought you, for you have dreamed false and have known. Now dream true, and know it also."
“The rose is red, The violet blue, Sugar is sweet And so are you.”
“My father in Sidi Aissa?” cried the amazed girl. “Allah be praised then, for I am indeed saved.”
“What hasn’t?” In the obscurity I could see he made a gesture of despair. “They wiped us out—simply wiped us out,” he repeated again and again.
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Before dark the vessel moved slowly out of the harbor, setting a course across the strait in the direction that the war prahus had taken.
Long since had he given up any hope of rescue, except through accident. With unremitting zeal he had worked to beautify the interior of the cabin.
“Do not kill us,” he said, “and we will join with you. Many of the Kash Guard at the barracks will join, too.”
He bent his head in thought a moment, then raised it with an air of confidence.
"Do you think I am a Man—like yourself? As the chequered man did."
“Wait here,” he said. “I will go and see. If he is dead we can do him no good. If he lives I will do my best to free him.”
“Our flesh is poison,” I said, “those who eat it die.”
“No, no,” cried Howard, still gripping his arm. “This way. You must go this way.” And the men in red following them seemed ready to enforce his orders.
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Graham was the first to speak. His voice was loud and dictatorial. “What is this I hear?” he asked. “Are you bringing negroes here—to keep the people down?”
“I’m damned if he overrides it,” said Lewisham, under his breath.
“They will never lock Tarzan of the Apes behind iron bars,” replied he, grimly.
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He was threatening—she attempting to reason with him, for it was quite evident that she saw that he was past her authority.
After I passed Joliet I had to make inquiries, and this I did boldly of the few men I saw laboring in the tiny fields scattered along my way.
"We could not change them while under water anyway," he explained. "So it will do little good to take extra supplies with us."
Our landing place had been the roof of a low building built within and against the city wall.
Once within the gates, we had no difficulty in eluding our friends of the morning, and presently found ourselves in a Martian hostelry.
Certainly Asaki did not mean that they were to track outlaws into swamps the Khatkan had already labeled unexplored death traps!
"Which would be centered on objects coming upstream, not down. But in this city there should be yet another way—"
“What the Master wishes to kill, the Master kills,” said the Dog-man with a certain satisfaction in his voice.
“Because I love you, Virginia,” he replied. “And because, when you know what I am, you will hate and loathe me.”
The barrier held—I had been in time, but by the fraction of a second only.
“Yes,” he cried. “It is you. And you are not dead!”
"Tur will enjoy the death agonies of the mate of the woman he is going to take in your stead, Gron," taunted her friend.
As we rode that first night Rain Cloud rode often at my side and, as usual, he was gazing at the stars.
"Attack." That was Ashe. "But why, and by whom—don't ask me! You are a prisoner, I suppose, Murdock?"
The Survey officer dressed. "We have our boat," he commented. "Now for Utgard——"
Jane Porter shuddered. “The mysterious jungle,” she murmured. “The terrible jungle. It renders even the manifestations of friendship terrifying.”
“I did the principal thing that I desired to do,” I replied, wishing to learn if Nah-ee-lah had escaped.
I led the way directly to the spot at which we had found the trail, about four miles down river from the ship and apparently in the heart of dense forest.
The men stopped their game and looked up at me, but there was no sign of suspicion. Similarly they looked at Woola, growling at my heel.
"Warlock calling—trouble—sickness here—com officer dead."
"You had no trouble with that weapon of yours," Afrukta spoke up.
"Ahhhhh ... the fire ... the fire—!" The half-intelligible answer held no meaning for the Terran. "It burns in my head ... the fire—"
“Are you and the others with me, or against me?” he asked.
“Land, Jane!” he almost shouted through his cracked lips. “Thank God, land!”
Presently it swung full upon us and—stopped.
All that day he followed as rapidly as his weakened condition would permit, but his best efforts seemed dismally snail-like.
One of the beetles might have suspected that there were Terran fugitives and ordered a routine patrol.
With a bound I sprang to the bars of the window opposite us, and took a quick survey of the scene without.
A little bote No bigger than a mannë’s thought;
The girl could not see in the darkness the gloating, triumphant expression on the speaker’s face.
Tarzan's curiosity was aroused.
"All right, so they set up a farming village. Oh, I see what you mean—there isn't any village around here. Yet they are here, maybe underground."
“By God!” said Ann Veronica for the first time in her life. “But I will! I will!”
"I do not fear!" He threw that creed into Ennar's face in one hot boast. He would not fear!
“Cannot the war be ended at once?” spoke Sab Than. “It requires but the word of Than Kosis to bring peace.
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Ska fought, but he was no match for even a dying Tarzan, and a moment later the ape-man's teeth closed upon the carrion-eater.
From then on for the better part of an hour one hideous creature after another was launched upon us, springing apparently from the empty air about us.
Thuvia was gone, nor was the body of Kar Komak among the dead.
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Now I had to go more carefully, for my trail and the trail of the enemy were converging and constantly the danger of apprehension increased.
Feng smiled at Ross. "Always these three try to beat each other, and so far all the contests are draws. But we hope ... yes, we have hopes...."
Indeed, we were but the ghosts of ourselves; all our substance seemed listening, listening to the little sounds that came to us from the study.
As the din of the drum rose to almost deafening volume Kerchak sprang into the open space between the squatting males and the drummers.
She was very hungry and thirsty and sleepy.
“Muda Saffir has sent us for her. Tell her that her father is very sick and wants her, but do not mention Muda Saffir’s name lest she might not come.”
Presently he becomes aware that the lesser apes are creeping warily closer to have a better look at him.
"Yet this island supplies us with a starting point."
For a moment I did not fully grasp the terrible import of the slowly rising water.
Everyone seemed hostile and yet that might be, and doubtless was, but a reflection of their attitude towards all strangers.
Straight for me the two savage beasts were driving their quarry! It was wonderful.
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“What weapons shall you select?” asked D’Arnot. “De Coude is accredited with being a master with the sword, and a splendid shot.”
“Possibly your forest man, himself was captured or killed by the savages,” suggested Captain Dufranne.
"Ey, ey!" he shrilled. "What the young warriors of O-Tar cannot do, old I-Gos does alone."
The assistant read a list of ‘ologies and ‘ographies. “Fifty resident,” said Mr. Blendershin concisely—“that’s your figure. Sixty, if you’re lucky.”
Fate guided him to the very doorway of the great roofless chamber.
Again the trumpet sounded, this time announcing the second and last game of the afternoon.
“You say my daughter is on this island you speak of, with Norris and Foster—is she quite safe and well?” asked Harding.
Now he slunk shivering with fright at the very edge of the beach, as far from the grim forest as he could get.
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It was shortly after noon when they reached a ridge overlooking the beach where below them lay the tiny cottage which was Kerchak’s goal.
Most of the others had wandered away in search of other prey, but a few remained hoping yet to bury their fangs in that soft body.
She looked at me long and earnestly and I thought that she was softening toward me.
“Increase and multiply, my friends,” said Montgomery. “Replenish the island. Hitherto we’ve had a certain lack of meat here.”
The girl's heart filled with a great longing as she looked wistfully out toward the hills that she had so feared before.
A few moments later Gahan of Gathol emerged from the room a warrior of Manator in every detail of harness, equipment, and ornamentation.
She was silent for a moment, then she drew my face to hers and kissed me.
Usanga grinned. "You know where they are, white woman," he replied. "They are dead, and if this white man does not do as I tell him, he, too, will be dead."
A figure arose in the bow of the leading canoe—a figure that I was sure I recognized even before he spoke.
Mr. Huss has been regaling us with a discourse upon the miseries of life, how we are all eaten up by parasites and utterly wretched.
"You must not kill him," said the witch doctor. "He knows what became of Uhha, and until he tells me no one shall kill him."
“I never dreamt,” he said in even tones.
“Bless me! Professor,” interjected Mr. Philander, who had turned his gaze toward the jungle, “there seems to be someone approaching.”
A curious crowd lingered restlessly, people coming and going but the crowd remaining, both on the Chobham and Horsell bridges.
Once or twice Lewisham misquoted the testimonial—to no purpose. And May was halfway through, and South Kensington was silent. The future was grey.
And he, Ghek, was to die for this theory.
“Oh! life is hard,” she said. “I can’t. They—they wouldn’t let me stop in London.”
"If these are angels," said the Angel, "then I have never been in the Angelic Land."
The weapons of these peoples were unlike those with which Nat-ul was familiar.
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And besides, there was that between us that should have seemed more beautiful than any picture....
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E-Thas rushed forward to greet him, for E-Thas had seen black looks directed toward him as the tals slipped by and his benefactor failed to return.
Eyes ... eyes.... Shann dimly heard the alarm cry of the wolverines.
She looked at him with a face of hesitation. She spoke with an effort. “You forget,” she said, drawing a deep breath.
“Yes,” she said in an undertone of intimacy. “Genius.... A great irresponsible genius.... Difficult to help.... I wish I could do more for him.”
Early the next morning they were climbing the almost perpendicular crags which formed the last, but greatest, natural barrier between them and their destination
The knife and fork, so contemptuously flung aside a month before, Tarzan now manipulated as exquisitely as did the polished D’Arnot.
"We cannot go in search of a new home," he said, "leaving two of our children behind."
Then abruptly we desisted and stood apart—looking at one another.
“They are all within the palisade,” he whispered.
"Here they come!" Soriki reported. "One—two—five—no, six of them. And they're heading for the city. No dollies with them, but they're all armed."
"Who are they—" asked Bertha Kircher, "what kind of people? They differ from any that I ever have seen. And tell me, too, how you came here."
Smith-Oldwick drew the pistol from his shirt. "If he has made up his mind to kill me,"
For several days he wandered aimlessly, nursing his spite and looking for some weak thing on which to vent his pent anger.
Smaller and smaller grew the retreating prahu as, straight as an arrow, she sped toward the dim outline of verdure clad Borneo.
"Because there is something out there, something which may make all the difference now. Warlock isn't an empty world."
“Yes,” cried the girl, “I'm nearly famished for meat—it seems as though I could almost eat it raw.”
Usanga laughed. "They do not know an Englishman from a German," he replied. "It is nothing to them what you are, except that you are a white man and an enemy."
There fell also the same day, being the 26th July, such a horrible snow, that it lay a foot thick upon the hatches, which froze as fast as it fell.
The voyage was uneventful.
"... blow the winds between the worlds, And hang the suns in ... dark—of—of—"
His nature was such, she said, that he would bring me back into the city dead or alive should I persist in opposing him; “preferably dead,” she added.
"They weren't rushed. Or if they were, the attackers covered their trail afterward—" Ross ventured.
Laying aside my rifle, pistol and heavy ammunition-belt, I left Ajor in the cave while I went down to gather firewood.
"This is my friend." There was a tone of correction in Ashe's reply. "Ross, this is the Guardian of the sea gate."
“He says that ‘the dog of a Christian’ insulted the Ouled-Nail, who belongs to him. He means trouble, m’sieur.”
Up the broad center aisle we marched beneath deadly silence, and at the foot of the thrones we halted.
"A bear," thought I, and thanked the instinct that had impelled me to cling tenaciously to my rifle during the moments of my awful tumble.
The men did not pursue her.
“I am Korak,” he said. “I opened the cage that held you. I saved you from the Tarmangani. I am Korak, The Killer. I am your friend.”
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The Englishman shook his head. "It is the end of the first leg, anyway," he replied.
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It was with these observations as a basis that I opened my negotiations with him upon his next subsequent visit.
“A great fleet of battleships south-south-east, my Prince,” he cried. “There must be several thousands and they are bearing down directly upon us.”
A body like his own.... That jelly bath or bed or whatever it was.... The clothing which adapted so skillfully to his measurements....
“They have seen us from above,” I said to Moh-goh, “why don’t you hail them?”
With scarcely a parting glance I turned my eyes again toward Mars, lifted my hands toward his lurid rays, and waited.
Five or six had already hatched and the grotesque caricatures which sat blinking in the sunlight were enough to cause me to doubt my sanity.
I saw the red girl, Thuvia of Ptarth, leap forward to prevent the hideous deed.
"First we must seek food and weapons," he said, "and then return to the land that holds my country. Come."
"He speaks truly, O woman of Helium," interjected Lan-O. "Try not the temper of E-Med, if you value your life."
The next few minutes the young Englishman never forgot.
"It is a woman's voice," said Komodoflorensal.
"Sept has already gone to Luud. He will tell him," replied one. "Where did you find this rykor with the strange kaldane that cannot detach itself?"
he tranquil sunset had vanished, the sky was dark with scurrying clouds, everything was flattened.
“This has almost killed your father.... After Gwen!”
"Your slave!" replied the noble, dropping to one knee and leaning far back, with outstretched arms.
The girl sighed in pity even as she shuddered in disgust as she picked her way over and among the sprawled creatures toward the flier.
The chieftain inclined his head toward the Galu standing at his side. "He belongs to Du-seen the Galu," he replied.
If you do not find it credible you will at least be as one with me in acknowledging that it is unique, remarkable, and interesting.
The latter had drawn his sword—naught but a sharpened stick of hard wood—and stood waiting to receive his foe.
"Our scouts are falling back," he announced to Komodoflorensal.
“You are the Master of the Earth. You are owner of the world.”
“Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. Never! And they don’t know it! They have no idea of it. It’s one of their worst traits, one of their very worst.
Those eyes—red-pitted eyes in a gargoyle head following his every movement—perhaps those were the only vulnerable points.
“pendants and streams of purple and diverse other glorious colours, and flags of scarlet colour and silk.”
“Send for me when you are restless,” I said, “and I will walk and work with you. You should not go about thus at night alone.”
Darkness had fallen and still no one came.
“Your stature, your manner, the terrible ferocity of your swordsmanship,”
Nu shook his head and stamped his foot—it was all a ridiculous dream.
“I have come to defend the life of the Jemadar and his Princess,” I cried, as I sprang between them and the advancing three.
“Bring the rope with you. Beyond the knots lies danger.”
The officer laughed nervously. "I couldn't help it, you know, old man," he said; "instinct of self-preservation and all that."
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“A young woman?” asked The Sheik. “Is that she?” and he pointed to his left over toward a clump of bushes near the stockade.
"They may have killed him," assented Colonel Capell; "but I fancy they never captured the beggar alive."
Monsieur Thuran was extremely solicitous.
“I hope,” said Lewisham, making a resolute plunge, “perhaps while you are staying at Whortley ...”
My words were far too unexpected for Tarvrille to understand. "The flies," I repeated with an air of explanation.
Komodoflorensal, who was in the lead, approached him and halted. "We have come for the slave girl, Talaskar," he said.
Early the next morning I took the first train for Richmond and within two hours was being ushered into the room occupied by John Carter.
"I am Tarzan of the Apes, Lord of the Jungle. Tonight I lair here—go!"
I presumed that my watchful guardian was Sola, nor was I wrong.
Rozales and his small band halted out of range of the ranch; but they went hungry while their quarry fed themselves and their tired mounts.
When the truth dawned upon him that he was being killed the instinct of self-preservation was born in him.
“With my bare hands and my teeth I killed him,” he said.
One story quality more than any other develops this sustained interest on the part of the children who are listening to it—the quality of suspense.
And in particular, there are certain broad questions much under discussion to which, thus far, I have purposely given a value disproportionately small:—
"I am Thandar," said the young man. "I wish to take your daughter as my mate."
It was the scent of man, yet strange and unfamiliar to a degree.
“Certainly,” replied Bwana. “Move your camp up close to the river below my boys’ camp and make yourself at home.”
Like lightning he wheeled and before I could so much as lower my hand the point of his long-sword was at my breast.
The face above her was one of extraordinary beauty.
"None other, my son," he replied, taking my hand in one of his and placing the other upon my shoulder.
Weak, exhausted, sorrow ridden and broken, Thandar dragged himself painfully to the little river.
"You are truly a man of power!"
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Talk of heat—or better not—on Xecho.
“There is only one way out of all this,” said Ann Veronica, sitting up in her little bed in the darkness and biting at her nails.
The lioness was young and sleek, and the four males were in their prime—as handsome lions as he ever had seen.
“A position, I can assure you, demanding Tact of an altogether superhuman quality!”
“Sir, Read and correct For great is the defect.”
“I cannot kill her,” said Astok. “Issus! I cannot do it! When she turns those eyes upon me my heart becomes water.”
As he stared down upon me through enormous, many lensed spectacles I found the opportunity to examine him as minutely in return.
The first time around the walls Tarzan thought he detected a strange phenomenon for a room with no windows but a single door
A feeling of loneliness overwhelmed me.
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“Release me.” Her voice was level—frigid.
"A wise guy doesn't spill his ignorance. He uses his eyes and ears and keeps his trap shut——"
The party had proceeded in this fashion for nearly half a mile when suddenly they were attracted by a low exclamation from the mucker.
For several days he moved about but little, only enough to gather what fruits and nuts he required to satisfy the demands of hunger.
“I believe that as Mankind grows up this is the business Man has to settle down to and will settle down to.”
You should have seen what Bolgani did to me, and Kerchak, and Terkoz, before I killed them—then you would laugh at such a little scratch.
“Thus life has always been,” we said; “thus it will always be.”
Running his fingers through his shock of black hair in a characteristic gesture of perplexity, he shook his head.
For a time the four ships kept gallant company.
Of course they all asked after you, but I respected your wishes in the matter of your true origin, and only spoke to them of your present affairs.
"Oh! love me, my Stephen, love me, dear. Love me as if we were never to love again. Am I beautiful, my dear? Am I beautiful in the moonlight? Tell me!...
While this unhappy conversation was occurring at Sundering-on-Sea, three men were discussing the case of Mr. Huss very earnestly.
“Don’t ask questions here,” said Asano, “or you will be involved in an argument.”
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Kulan Tith, Jeddak of Kaol, to whom she was affianced, commanded her respect and admiration.
He looked at me in surprise. "Good-bye, old man," he said, and grasped my hand. "I thought you'd do it in the end."
“Go easy there, Byrne,” shouted Skipper Simms; “there ain't no call to injure the hussy—a corpse won't be worth nothing to us.”
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"We've got to get out of this mighty quick," shouted Edward. "Hustle now and repair ship."
An Abstract of the Six Messages First Received from Mr. Cavor
“Prepare the subject for revivification,” he said, “and make what study you can of all its reactions.” With that he left the room.
“She is still all-powerful here, however,” I replied. “So it behooves us to leave at the first moment that appears at all propitious.”
"There is no such people," asserted the Band-lu quite truthfully, toying with his spear in a most suggestive manner.
In submitting Captain Carter’s strange manuscript to you in book form, I believe that a few words relative to this remarkable personality will be of interest.
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“Let us hope that we may at least go out with good red blood upon our blades,” he said. It was a simple wish and one most likely to be gratified.
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Suddenly I felt myself drawn with the speed of thought through the trackless wastes of interplanetary space.
“Why should we fight,” he asked. “Against such fearful odds? There is another way—a better way. Look!” He pointed toward the companion-way that led below deck.
“We want to speak to you, Sire,” said the intruder. “We want—I can’t hold the thing. We have been trying to find a way to you—these three days.”
"It would seem"—the quiet man turned to the one behind the table—"that this is indeed one Rossa, a Beaker trader."
Presently a new sound—a soft, stealthy sound—obtruded itself among the others.
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I was an eye-witness of the whole of the affair outside the Bantock Burden pit, and—I do not know what happened.
"I don't deserve all this love," this side of Marjorie told Magnet. "But I mean to learn to love you——"
"The bad men will not be abroad after dark," she said. "With you at my side, I shall not fear Nagoola."
“Yes—yes,” said Graham, suddenly testy. “But I want—Is it—it is—some years? Many years? There was something—I forget what. I feel—confused. But you—” He sobbed.
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"My word," said Mr. Direck in a good old Farmer Hayseed kind of voice.
“A message for Monsieur Tarzan, if he will be so kind as to step to the telephone.”
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On either side were great buildings wondrously wrought.
"The yacht!" he whispered. "It is the Priscilla—my father's. He is searching for me."
"He's a rag-picker, A rag-picker; A rag-time picking man, Rag-picking, picking, pick, pick, Rag-pick, pick, pick."
“It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. “Parmesan—take it away!”
It seemeth that these trees are driven from some part of the Newfoundland, with the current that setteth from the west to the east.
He stooped and kissed the women of his family, and laid his strong hand upon the shoulders of the men.
Ajor always spoke of the world as though nothing existed beyond Caspak.
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Sssuri's great eyes, somber and a little tired, met his. "To us there is only one kind of death to be greatly feared."
“Science! What we want now is socialism—not science.”
Tarzan was appalled. It had been bad enough to be hairless, but to own such a countenance! He wondered that the other apes could look at him at all.
Florian Waldour's remote expression did not change. "Every possible precaution was in force. There was a sleeper—a hidden agent—planted——"
The girl touched his strong brown hand caressingly, looking proudly into his eyes.
She readily admitted the deadly terror which the former aroused within her; but of earthquakes she seldom if ever would speak.
Edmund, whose perspicacity never deserted him, immediately penetrated their thoughts.
"Should never have put in for training—" Wonstead's whine went up the scale.
Our business here is to be Utopian, to make vivid and credible, if we can, first this facet and then that, of an imaginary whole and happy world.
"A collision!" Edmund exclaimed. "The thing has struck another big meteor, and they are exchanging fiery compliments."
Tars Tarkas was approaching me rapidly, and still more rapidly came the awful horde at his heels.
Then I lay still and bit the sweetness out of joints of grass, and presently thought and planned.
We go on—we grow.
It is doubtful if either the Latin or the Pan-Slavic idea contains the promise of any great political unification.
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In the coolness of the eastern mountains Shann would not have believed that Warlock could hold such heat.
I do not wish to exaggerate; yet I cannot avoid seeming to do so in simply telling the facts.
He might be wrong on both of those counts, but inwardly he didn't believe so.
“Yet,” said Graham, “there is something resists, something you are holding down—something that stirs and presses.”
As he forged on the scent of Ta became stronger, until at last the huge, ungainly beast loomed large before Nu's eyes.
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The great change that is working itself out in warfare is the same change that is working itself out in the substance of the social fabric.
It was a day without a flaw, or at most but the slightest speck. And that only came at the very end.
“I do not know,” he replied. “Never have I been here before, nor ever have I cared to do so.”
"Our sons who have shown us God...."
Ours was to be in the first place a world literature.
"You're the responsible part of it. You have freedom, you have power and endless opportunity—"
Now, this age is being constantly described as a "Democratic" age; "Democracy" is alleged to have affected art, literature, trade and religion alike in the most
"It is just possible," he said to himself rather than to the Angel, and began another piece of silence.
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“Your eyes will help you but little in the jungle,” said the ape.
Oh, why had he been such a Britling? Why was he still such a Britling?
A rose world bathed in soft sunlight, knowing only gentle winds, peace, and—sloth.
Lightning played along the black ridges above them, and below was a sheer drop to a river which was only a silver thread.
On-161- half a dozen sleepless pillows souls communed with the darkness, and two at least of those pillows were wet with tears.
“I am sorry,” he said, “that I bring you such sad news,” and then we guessed that the worst had happened.
“The Swede whom you once chased away from your country when he and his companion conspired with Nbeeda to steal me from you,” replied Meriem.
The younger man admitted to that with a nod, partly against his will.
"Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do."
“Friction! I’m like a machine without oil. I’m grinding to death.... And it’s so DAMNED important I SHOULDN’T break down. It’s VITALLY important.”
As soon as he was out of earshot Canler turned to Jane.
“To fight—yes. To fight in the air. I have thought before—. A big aeroplane is a clumsy thing. A resolute man—!”
The biological laboratory had an atmosphere that was all its own.
“A white man!” muttered the mate, and then: “Man the oars, boys, and we’ll just pull over an’ see what he wants.”
Thandar knew nothing of the finer points of sword play.
Since I came to this place I have been very restless, wasting my energies in the futile beginning of ill-conceived books.
“Or a play. There’s a deal of money in a play, George. What would you think of me writing a play eh?... There’s all sorts of things to be done.
“He does it and forgets it. We remember it. These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever. Living’s just material.”
This disaster was the sudden collapse of the habits that had become part of his nature in the ten or more monotonous years he had spent on the island.
"My bath, Uthia!" cried Tara of Helium. "That tongue of yours will bring you to some misadventure yet."
“Perhaps you don’t. But a human being who is young and clean, as you are, is apt to ennoble—or explain away.”
I dreamt first of states and cities and political things when I was a little boy in knickerbockers.
She made up her mind in the train home that it should be a decisive crisis.
We have brought together thus far in these Anticipations the material for the picture of a human community somewhere towards the year 2000.
"Those weren't animals they killed—back on that island." Raf brought out what was at the heart of his trouble.
The first twenty years of my life were uneventful.
There presently Gidding joined us and we began to work out the schemes we had made in America, the schemes that now fill my life.
"Time is what you do not have, boy. Tomorrow they will tape you. Then—no over the wall for you."
All the relief and benefit of his experience in London had vanished out of his life.
"I'm not fit to touch her," he cried aloud to the four walls. "I'm not fit to touch her little hand."
Lightly, for so gross a thing, his touch followed the recumbent figure of the girl until his giant paws felt the silky luxuriance of her raven hair.
“Thank you,” she said, “and God bless you! Only a very brave and powerful man could have done what you have done.”
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He stood looking thoughtfully at the waxen figure. “He will never awake,” he said at last. He sighed. “He will never awake again.”
I wanted a holiday badly, and then came this war crisis and I felt unable to go away for any length of time.
“Aw,” said Billy Byrne, “I ain't afraid o' that stiff. Let him make any funny crack at me an' I'll cave in a handful of slats for him—the piker.”
“He is too selfish,” she said. So it was always winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.
He rose as though to investigate, but his sister laid her hand upon his arm.
This was fittingly Hakluyt’s last published work.
This throws me back upon my private observations.
Quarum quæ media est, non est habitabilis æstu.
"A mighty good shot happened," said Jack. "The best I ever saw."
“Yes, the place has a floating population of quiet industrious soakers. The incurable river man and the river girl end at that.”
“We got to make a fight for it,” said my uncle. “We got to face the music!”
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It had not on Warlock.
He turned to Sir Eliphaz. “This Spook stuff,” he said, and paused and compressed his lips and shook his head.
"It was a hard fight, but I didn't give up and I came through!"
"Here's a health to King Charles, Here's a health to King Charles, Bring the bowl that you boast——"
“Decent honest lives!” said Dayton to his bread-crumbs, with his chin in his necktie. “WASTE!”
My mother was also very punctual with her religious duties, and rejoiced to watch me in the choir.
"I don't see why we shouldn't meet!" said Marjorie.
“In Utopia everything would have been different,” I say.
“Stay it out. I want you to see the fun. I remember—the other time.”
The interest of him, the absurdity of him, the story of him, is that.
At daybreak of the fifteenth day of my search I was overjoyed to see the high trees that denoted the object of my search.
“That's good!” said Weston Massinghay, with all his teeth gleaming; “I shall use that against you in the House!”
Being apart—whatever has happened or will happen to us—is like begging for mercy from a storm, Anthony; it's like growing old.
And now for some weeks Ann Veronica was to test her market value in the world.
“But would you really marry a girl ...?” began Lewisham, with an unprecedented admiration for Dunkerley in his eyes.
Far ahead, a tiny speck in the distance, I made out another flier late in the afternoon.
"I suppose I must let you go," she said. "Oh! I'd hate you not to go...."
“There is a Fountain, filled with Blood Drawn from Emmanuel’s Veins,”
He started back from the motionless figure. "Dead!" he said suddenly, and turning, panic stricken, fled headlong through the wood.
He arrested himself, and obviously changed his words. "Got busy with other things."
And it wasn't only the earthlier aspects of the life about me but also of the life within me that I had been discovering.
Captain Burlinghame in presenting his proffered a few words in explanation of it.
“Now, my men,” said Skipper Simms, “we will go below and bring Byrne up. Bring him alive if you can—but bring him.”
There were no words, for they would have been a waste of breath. The very presence of the two proclaimed their treachery.
For a time she sat on a rail before leaving the road for the downland turf. “But I wish,” she said, “I had some idea what I was really up to.”
“They are kept to do the bidding of the race of therns; to furnish at once their sport and their sustenance.
The young are the food of war....
"I can imagine wanting another woman under certain transitory circumstances, but I can't imagine taking her."
The beginning of the quarrel was trivial enough.
I’m sorry I haven’t done the whole lot though....
This main strand is the story of my obvious life, my life as it must have looked to most of my acquaintances.
“His heart failed him.
Toward the third meal hour of the thirteenth day of the voyage Orthis entered the messroom noticeably under the influence of liquor.
“What are the new needs?” said Melmount. “This muddle is too rotten to handle. We’re beginning again. Well, let us begin afresh.”
I knew though that my ruse had worked and that temporarily at least Thuvia and Tars Tarkas were safe, and the means of escape was theirs.
"Big skull, oversize for the body." PaKeeKee squatted on his heels by the head lying on the sand at the end of the now fully extended neck.
“Arise, O Prince,” she whispered. “There be that behind us which has the appearance of a great body of pursuers.”
"It interrupts everything," said Hugh suddenly. "These Prussians are the biggest nuisance the world has ever seen."
Now he turned his attention to a hurried inventory of the new conditions which surrounded him since the moment of his incarceration.
"Sing to me again and I will tell you," he said. "If Luud would let me have you, you should never die. I should keep you always to sing to me."
“They were traders—and nothing more. Just as we are. And when they were rich they got splendid clothes and feasted and rested. Much as we do.”
Beyond the lighted chamber of the lake was darkness—what lay behind the darkness I could not even guess.
“You, damn you!” he shouted, whipping out his revolver and firing almost simultaneously with the Swede.
By the like experiment you may find the ordinary motion of the sea in the ocean, how far soever you be off the land.
“No good hiding our light under a Bushel,” he would remark.
"I know where they are hid," said the ancient taxidermist. "In the dust of unused corridors their feet have betrayed them."
Presently I heard a noise upon the ladder beneath me and a moment later someone climbed upon the circular landing.
"If the Foanna are so powerful," Ross had demanded, "why do you go with us against them?" To depend so heavily on the native made him uneasy.
“Could it be possible that we are in the wrong tunnel?” I asked, “and that this does not lead to Laythe?”
“Magnifique!” ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath her breath.
It was a sad Korak who ranged the jungle near the plain’s edge waiting for the coming of his Meriem—the Meriem who never came.
"This is Tarzan's lair. Go, or I will kill you."
Presently a male came racing toward the field, shouting excitedly.
"We will circle about them to the river and then try bartering later. But I do want to establish contact."
"McNeil—chap with brown hair, brown eyes, a right eyebrow which quirks up toward his hairline when he smiles?"
“Go away!” she cried. “I shall be killed if you awaken Oda Yorimoto, and, if you enter, you, too, shall be killed.”
Never before, perhaps, was staged a more thrilling race, and yet it was run with only the moon and stars to see.
Presently one of the crew spied the approaching Claytons, and with a cry of: “Here’s two more for the fishes,” rushed toward them with uplifted ax.
Ross worked his way to a curtain of underbrush from which he had a free view of the beach and the aliens.
We are desert people.
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My first parliament was the parliament of the Suffragettes.
There was no instant's hesitation.
Shann slammed his hand hard against the ground, sent his body rolling, his stunner up and ready.
Another map spread out and this time pinned down with small stones on beach gravel.
The ceremony of our entrance to the imperial terrace was most gorgeous and impressive.
I must here speak by theory alone, saying not that which I know, but that which I suppose to be most probable.
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I come to the most evasive and difficult part of my story, which is to tell how Isabel and I have made a common wreck of our joint lives.
I achieved a cat-like celerity. In another second I was back in my fork reloading, my legs tucked up as tightly as possible.
Parload stood at the open window, opera-glass in hand, and sought and found and was uncertain about and lost again, the new comet.
"If you really loved me you'd want every one to know it."
At that the autobiography stopped short, and the intercalary note began.
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