your desire and resolve to go back
eventually to your native jungle. I was sorry afterward, for it did
seem to cause her real anguish to contemplate the awful dangers to
which you wished to return. "And yet," she said, "I do not know.
There are more unhappy fates than the grim and terrible jungle presents
to Monsieur Tarzan. At least his conscience will be free from remorse.
And there are moments of quiet and restfulness by day, and vistas of
exquisite beauty. You may find it strange that I should say it, who
experienced such terrifying experiences in that frightful forest, yet
at times I long to return, for I cannot but feel that the happiest
moments of my life were spent there."
There was an expression of ineffable sadness on her face as she spoke,
and I could not but feel that she knew that I knew her secret, and that
this was her way of transmitting to you a last tender message from a
heart that might still enshrine your memory, though its possessor
belonged to another.
Clayton appeared nervous and ill at ease while you were the subject of
conversation. He wore a worried and harassed expression. Yet he was
very kindly in his expressions of interest in you. I wonder if he
suspects the truth about you?
Tennington came in with Clayton. They are great friends, you know. He
is about to set out upon one of his interminable cruises in that yacht
of his, and was urging the entire party to accompany him. Tried to
inveigle me into it, too. Is thinking of circumnavigating Africa this
time. I told him that his precious toy would take him and some of his
friends to the bottom of the ocean one of these days if he didn't get
it out of his head that she was a liner or a battleship.
I returned to Paris day before yesterday, and yesterday I met the Count
and Countess de Coude at the races. They inquired after you. De Coude
really seems quite fond of you. Doesn't appear to harbor the least ill
will. Olga is as beautiful as ever, but a trifle subdued. I imagine
that she learned a lesson through her acquaintance with you that will
serve her in good stead during the balance of her life. It is
fortunate for her, and for De Coude as well, that it was you and not
another man more sophisticated.
Had you really paid court to
But it was not these inspiring and magnificent evidences of Nature's grandeur that took my immediate attention from the beauties of the forest.Page 18
John Carter, to think last of your own life," he said; "but still more your way to command the lives and actions of others, even to the greatest of Jeddaks who rule upon Barsoom.Page 21
We had no means of making a light, and so groped our way slowly into the ever-increasing darkness, Tars Tarkas keeping in touch with one wall while I felt along the other, while, to prevent our wandering into diverging branches and becoming separated or lost in some intricate and labyrinthine maze, we clasped hands.Page 40
Thuvia, the girl whom I had first freed, soon had the others at liberty.Page 49
"They fear the black pirates of Barsoom, O Prince," she said, "from whom may our first ancestors preserve us.Page 56
Gradually his contortions became spasmodic, lessening by degrees until they ceased entirely.Page 63
They are a lower order still.Page 66
Well, there seemed little to worry about on that score, for the likelihood of my ever escaping the blacks was extremely remote.Page 82
My blood was up.Page 107
"I feel now that there is no doubt but that they are precisely the same species of creature as the First Born, and I hope that I shall live to fight for them in atonement of the sins I have committed against them through the ignorance born of generations of false teaching.Page 111
With a spring as swift and as noiseless as a tiger's I lit beside the guardsman who had moved.Page 120
"How came you here, Thuvia?" I asked.Page 122
To pass undetected among all these people was in itself a difficult task, but if I was to find and rescue the great Thark I must expect even more formidable obstacles before success could be mine.Page 126
But unless I could find my way back to that point the chances were most excellent that I would wander for days through the awful blackness, until, overcome by thirst and hunger, I lay down to die, or--What was that! A faint shuffling sounded behind me, and as I cast a hasty glance over my shoulder my blood froze in my veins for the thing I saw there.Page 130
His companions had returned here, and we now overheard a portion of their conversation.Page 132
Then together we rode through into the avenue with our stolen mounts and, without waiting to close the gates, hurried off toward the southern boundary of the city.Page 133
This double burden soon proved too much for my already overtaxed beast, and thus our speed was terribly diminished, for the others would proceed no faster than the slowest of us could go.Page 162
I think that I should have gone crazy but for the sound of my approaching jailer.Page 171
In the meantime the therns' fire had practically ceased.Page 191
"John Carter," she said, "this be the last time that you shall see any of us.