TARZAN: 8 Novels in One Volume. Edgar Rice Burroughs

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Автор произведения Edgar Rice Burroughs
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from Baltimore; it is a cablegram from Paris.”

      Tarzan took the envelope and tore it open. The message was from D’Arnot.

      It read:

      Fingerprints prove you Greystoke. Congratulations. D’ARNOT.

      As Tarzan finished reading, Clayton entered and came toward him with extended hand.

      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 life.

      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 you for all you’ve done for us. It seems as though you had your hands full saving our lives in Africa and here.

      “I’m awfully glad you came on here. We must get better acquainted. I often thought about you, you know, and the remarkable circumstances of your environment.

      “If it’s any of my business, how the devil did you ever get into that bally jungle?”

      “I was born there,” said Tarzan, quietly. “My mother was an Ape, and of course she couldn’t tell me much about it. I never knew who my father was.”

      The Return Of Tarzan

       The Affair on the Liner

       Forging Bonds of Hate and —?

       What Happened in the Rue Maule

       The Countess Explains

       The Plot That Failed

       A Duel

       The Dancing Girl of Sidi Aissa

       The Fight in the Desert

       Numa “El Adrea”

       Through the Valley of the Shadow

       John Caldwell, London

       Ships That Pass

       The Wreck of the Lady Alice

       Back to the Primitive

       From Ape to Savage

       The Ivory Raiders

       The White Chief of the Waziri

       The Lottery of Death

       The City of Gold

       La

       The Castaways

       The Treasure Vaults of Opar

       The Fifty Frightful Men

       How Tarzan Came Again to Opar

       Through the Forest Primeval

       The Passing of the Ape-man

      The Affair on the Liner

       Table of Contents

      “Magnifique!” ejaculated the Countess de Coude, beneath her breath.

      “Eh?” questioned the count, turning toward his young wife. “What is it that is magnificent?” and the count bent his eyes in various directions in quest of the object of her admiration.

      “Oh, nothing at all, my dear,” replied the countess, a slight flush momentarily coloring her already pink cheek. “I was but recalling with admiration those stupendous skyscrapers, as they call them, of New York,” and the fair countess settled herself more comfortably in her steamer chair, and resumed the magazine which “nothing at all” had caused her to let fall upon her lap.

      Her husband again buried himself in his book, but not without a mild wonderment that three days out from New York his countess should suddenly have realized an admiration for the very buildings she had but recently characterized as horrid.

      Presently the count put down his book. “It is very tiresome, Olga,” he said. “I think that I shall hunt up some others who may be equally bored, and see if we cannot find enough for a game of cards.”

      “You are not very gallant, my husband,” replied the young woman, smiling, “but as I am equally bored I can forgive you. Go and play at your tiresome old cards, then, if you will.”

      When he had gone she let her eyes wander slyly to the figure of a tall young man stretched lazily in a chair not far distant.

      “Magnifique!” she breathed once more.

      The Countess Olga de Coude was twenty. Her husband forty. She was a very faithful and loyal wife, but as she had had nothing whatever to do with the selection of a husband, it is not at all unlikely that she was not wildly and passionately in love with the one that fate and her titled Russian father had selected for her. However, simply because she was surprised into a tiny exclamation of approval at sight of a splendid young stranger it must not be inferred therefrom that her thoughts were in any way disloyal to her spouse. She merely admired, as she might have admired a particularly fine specimen of any species. Furthermore, the young man was unquestionably good to look at.

      As her furtive glance rested upon his profile he rose to leave the deck. The Countess de Coude beckoned to a passing steward. “Who is that gentleman?” she asked.

      “He is booked, madam, as Monsieur Tarzan, of Africa,” replied the steward.

      “Rather a large estate,” thought the girl, but now her interest was still further aroused.

      As Tarzan walked slowly toward the smoking-room he came unexpectedly upon two men whispering excitedly just without. He would have vouchsafed