Tarzan of the Apes

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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if it were but the same man who had borne her so swiftly through
the tangled verdure on that other day! but that was impossible! Yet
who else in all the world was there with the strength and agility to do
what this man was now doing?

She stole a sudden glance at the face close to hers, and then she gave
a little frightened gasp. It was he!

"My forest man!" she murmured. "No, I must be delirious!"

"Yes, your man, Jane Porter. Your savage, primeval man come out of the
jungle to claim his mate--the woman who ran away from him," he added
almost fiercely.

"I did not run away," she whispered. "I would only consent to leave
when they had waited a week for you to return."

They had come to a point beyond the fire now, and he had turned back to
the clearing.

Side by side they were walking toward the cottage. The wind had
changed once more and the fire was burning back upon itself--another
hour like that and it would be burned out.

"Why did you not return?" she asked.

"I was nursing D'Arnot. He was badly wounded."

"Ah, I knew it!" she exclaimed.

"They said you had gone to join the blacks--that they were your people."

He laughed.

"But you did not believe them, Jane?"

"No;--what shall I call you?" she asked. "What is your name?"

"I was Tarzan of the Apes when you first knew me," he said.

"Tarzan of the Apes!" she cried--"and that was your note I answered
when I left?"

"Yes, whose did you think it was?"

"I did not know; only that it could not be yours, for Tarzan of the
Apes had written in English, and you could not understand a word of any
language."

Again he laughed.

"It is a long story, but it was I who wrote what I could not speak--and
now D'Arnot has made matters worse by teaching me to speak French
instead of English.

"Come," he added, "jump into my car, we must overtake your father, they
are only a little way ahead."

As they drove along, he said:

"Then when you said in your note to Tarzan of the Apes that you loved
another--you might have meant me?"

"I might have," she answered, simply.

"But in Baltimore--Oh, how I have searched for you--they told me you
would possibly be married by now. That a man named Canler had come up
here to wed you. Is that true?"

"Yes."

"Do you love him?"

"No."

"Do you love me?"

She buried her face in her hands.

"I am promised to another.

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