make a terrible mistake, she had
made a worse one.
And then she told him all--told him the truth word by word, without
attempting to shield herself or condone her error.
"What can we do?" he asked. "You have admitted that you love me. You
know that I love you; but I do not know the ethics of society by which
you are governed. I shall leave the decision to you, for you know best
what will be for your eventual welfare."
"I cannot tell him, Tarzan," she said. "He too, loves me, and he is a
good man. I could never face you nor any other honest person if I
repudiated my promise to Mr. Clayton. I shall have to keep it--and you
must help me bear the burden, though we may not see each other again
The others were entering the room now and Tarzan turned toward the
But he saw nothing outside--within he saw a patch of greensward
surrounded by a matted mass of gorgeous tropical plants and flowers,
and, above, the waving foliage of mighty trees, and, over all, the blue
of an equatorial sky.
In the center of the greensward a young woman sat upon a little mound
of earth, and beside her sat a young giant. They ate pleasant fruit
and looked into each other's eyes and smiled. They were very happy,
and they were all alone.
His thoughts were broken in upon by the station agent who entered
asking if there was a gentleman by the name of Tarzan in the party.
"I am Monsieur Tarzan," said the ape-man.
"Here is a message for you, forwarded from Baltimore; it is a cablegram
Tarzan took the envelope and tore it open. The message was from
Fingerprints prove you Greystoke. Congratulations.
As Tarzan finished reading, Clayton entered and came toward him with
Here was the man who had Tarzan's title, and Tarzan's estates, and was
going to marry the woman whom Tarzan loved--the woman who loved Tarzan.
A single word from Tarzan would make a great difference in this man's
It would take away his title and his lands and his castles, and--it
would take them away from Jane Porter also. "I say, old man," cried
Clayton, "I haven't had a chance to thank
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But, handicapped by the struggling boy, he had not time to turn the key before the officer threw himself against the panels and burst out before the master of fence, closely followed by the Lady Maud.Page 12
not end for over twenty years; but the first fruits of it turned the hearts of the court to stone, for there beside the open postern gate lay the dead bodies of Lady Maud and a certain officer of the Guards, but nowhere was there a sign or trace of Prince Richard, second son of Henry III of England, and at that time the youngest prince of the realm.Page 22
The little boy's education went on--French, swordsmanship and hatred of the English--the same thing year after year with the addition of horsemanship after he was ten years old.Page 28
The loud laughter of Beauchamp and Greystoke soon subsided to grim smiles, and presently they looked on with startled faces in which fear and apprehension were dominant.Page 31
" "Then we shall be friends, Norman of Torn, for albeit I have few enemies, no man has too many friends, and I like your face and your manner, though there be much to wish for in your manners.Page 33
The four remaining ruffians backed quickly from the hut, and a more cautious fighter would have let them go their way in peace, for in the open, four against one are odds no man may pit himself against with impunity.Page 55
By evening it will have been accomplished; and, as the only one I fear in these parts received such a sound set back from Roger de Conde recently, I do not think he will venture again to molest me.Page 59
The little, grim, gray man did not even dismount, so indifferent was he to her fate; dead or in the hands of Peter of Colfax, it was all the same to him.Page 61
As the girl's glance ranged the hall in search of her jailer it rested upon the narrow, unglazed windows beyond which lay freedom.Page 66
Enough of this; and you love me not now, I shall learn you to love ere the sun rises.Page 70
For an instant, the girl stood frozen with horror, unable to move a finger or to cry out; but only for an instant, and then, regaining control of her muscles, she stooped quickly and, grasping a heavy foot-stool, hurled it full at Peter of Colfax.Page 71
In an instant, all was darkness.Page 91
The newcomer was a man of about forty-five or fifty; tall, handsome, black-mustached and with the haughty arrogance of pride most often seen upon the faces of those who have been raised by unmerited favor to positions of power and affluence.Page 94
With a muttered oath, the imprisoned man turned to hurl himself against the bolted door, but ere he had taken a single step, the sound of heavy feet without brought him to a stop, and the jingle of keys as one was fitted to the lock of the door sent him gliding stealthily to the wall beside the doorway, where the inswinging door would conceal him.Page 96
"Where can they have gone? Surely we were right behind them.Page 118
It was a bitter thing to contemplate, for not alone would the mighty pride of the man be lacerated, but a great love.Page 122
By this time, the four divisions of De Montfort's army were in full view of the town.Page 144
Like lightning, his sword shot through the opening, and, for the first time in his life of continual combat and death, Norman of Torn felt cold steel tear his flesh.Page 145