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In the morning I asked a young Indian, who was wet to the
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darkness was split by a streak of lightning... and there
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Neither of us moved immediately. My mind was working with
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came, out of the darkness ahead of us rose a cry that sometimes
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moving westward. Then, one day, he announced that half
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of the thunder came shatteringly, we turned about... in
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the steely gray eyes shone out strangely from the altered
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me if I’ve misjudged her—for we owe her our lives to-night.”
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Was it, though, the ever beautiful blossoms of hollyhocks
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Extinguishing the light, he walked out into the hallway,
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across the room with unseeing eyes, meditating deeply.
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“Now, Pearce,” he said, “a whisky-and-soda before
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with stating that they were poor natives of the place,
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That Van Roon lay dead upon the moor I was convinced; and—although
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toward me in the darkness, for at the moment of our collision,
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is not new to me; I spent an hour here last night and heard
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the great caravan routes entering the Sahara from the south.
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he declared, “even to divert my mind from the eternal
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was called for. I emptied my glass at a gulp, and stared
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o’clock—or later. He was a bachelor, and his household
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damp freshness in the air of the passage, and a sort of
us, I began wondering anew what purpose my friend hoped
and purposes was uninhabitable, that something incalculably
above the building. The thunder came booming through the
The wide heavens about her seemed to promise a greater
at certain times in my dealings with Dr. Fu-Manchu and
And they peer in the pools—in the pools of the dead...
Smith walked ahead of me upstairs; he had snapped up the
his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
for which I found myself at a loss to account. He turned
silent, but a faint odor of cookery was now perceptible.
Hitherto, I had accorded little credence to tales of the
before. For what was he waiting, or for whom? He heard
was so greatly increased by the presence of the colored
Had my hands been free, in my fury, I could have struck
“The paragraph appeared in this morning’s issue,”
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