For countless ages have I
dreamed that some day you would come. And now that you are here
I can scarce believe the testimony of my eyes. Even now, knowing
that you are real, I still half dread that you may be a lie."
Thuvia shrank back. She thought the man mad. Her hand stole to
the jewelled hilt of her dagger. The man saw the move, and stopped.
A cunning expression entered his eyes. Then they became at once
dreamy and penetrating as they fairly bored into the girl's brain.
Thuvia suddenly felt a change coming over her. What the cause of
it she did not guess; but somehow the man before her began to assume
a new relationship within her heart.
No longer was he a strange and mysterious enemy, but an old and
trusted friend. Her hand slipped from the dagger's hilt. Tario
came closer. He spoke gentle, friendly words, and she answered
him in a voice that seemed hers and yet another's.
He was beside her now. His hand was up her shoulder. His eyes
were down-bent toward hers. She looked up into his face. His
gaze seemed to bore straight through her to some hidden spring of
sentiment within her.
Her lips parted in sudden awe and wonder at the strange revealment
of her inner self that was being laid bare before her consciousness.
She had known Tario for ever. He was more than friend to her.
She moved a little closer to him. In one swift flood of light she
knew the truth. She loved Tario, Jeddak of Lothar! She had always
The man, seeing the success of his strategy, could not restrain a
faint smile of satisfaction. Whether there was something in the
expression of his face, or whether from Carthoris of Helium in a
far chamber of the palace came a more powerful suggestion, who may
say? But something there was that suddenly dispelled the strange,
hypnotic influence of the man.
As though a mask had been torn from her eyes, Thuvia suddenly saw
Tario as she had formerly seen him, and, accustomed as she was to
the strange manifestations of highly developed mentality which are
common upon Barsoom, she quickly guessed enough of the truth to
know that she was in grave danger.
Quickly she took a step backward, tearing herself from his grasp.
But the momentary contact had aroused within Tario all the long-buried
passions of his loveless existence.
With a muffled cry he sprang upon her,
The men of the Lotus looked on in mute and helpless rage.Page 40
We cannot succeed, either one of us, alone.Page 42
For years he has importuned me to marry him, and though I never cared for him in that way at all, and never could, I felt that he was a very good friend and that his constancy demanded some return on my part--my friendship and sympathy at least; but now I shiver whenever he is near me, just as I would were I to find a snake coiled close beside me.Page 44
It was the man's first experience of the kind.Page 68
"A hundred thousand--name your own price, if you will but not harm me.Page 95
"Did you speak?" asked Miss Harding, icily.Page 100
She looked at him searchingly as he approached her.Page 106
I ain't never learned how to be anything else.Page 117
There was no sound from within.Page 124
" At the river's edge across from the little island Billy came to a halt.Page 137
"And Mallory's a man, too--the kind that every woman ought to have, only they ain't enough of 'em to go 'round.Page 162
"Because one man speaks.Page 204
The money counted Billy slowly rolled a cigarette.Page 206
But Bridge did not lie awake to inspect his surroundings.Page 207
"I'll be back by mornin'," he added.Page 226
stretched forth a clawlike hand for the money.Page 230
" "Penelope," said Byrne, laughing.Page 238
"Billy!" she cried.Page 243
it was safely in place she breathed a deep sigh of relief and throwing her arms about his neck pressed her cheek to his.Page 244
The heart of Barbara Harding ceased to beat while she stood waiting for the man to open his eyes and discover her; but he did nothing of the kind.