"There! there. Think of the folk. Fight it down."
"I will. Go to him, and say I can't bear it. Him to stand there-- while those I don't care a pin for--oh, Jael, for pity's sake get him home to his mother."
"There, don't you fret. I know what to say."
Jael went down; borrowed the first shawl she could lay her hand on; hooded herself with it, and was across the road in a moment.
"What, does she tell me to go away, and leave her to him?"
"What does that matter? her heart goes with you."
"Won't you take my word for it? I'm not given to lying."
"I know that. Oh, Jael, sweet, pretty, good-hearted Jael, have pity on me, and tell me the truth: is it me she loves, or that Coventry?"
his face. A bank of yellow fog instantly enveloped him,
The guide's story told, Tarzan was conducted into the courtyard
aloud his inmost thoughts that it was in the heart of the
to snores, so presently Tarzan and the slaves were the
skin, how he had passed the night. He seemed perfectly
of their wearers, or again, the head of a wild beast cunningly