40+ Adventure Novels & Lost World Mysteries in One Premium Edition. Henry Rider Haggard

"I have learned to accept the decrees of Providence without murmuring. I have done with dreams and outlived pessimism. Life would, it is true, have been different thing for me if poor Eva had not deserted me, for she poisoned its waters at the fount, and so they have always tasted bitter. But happiness is not the end and object of man's existence; and if I could I would not undo the past. Take me to the old flat tombstone, Dolly, near the door."

      She led him to it, and he sat down.

      "Ah," he went on, "how beautiful she was! Was there ever woman like her, I wonder? And now her bones lie there; her beauty is all gone; and there lives of her only the unending issues of /what she did/. I have only to think, Dolly, and I can see her as I saw her a score of times passing in and out of this church-door. Yes, I can see her, and the people round her, and the clothes she wore, and the smile in her beautiful dark eyes--for her eyes seemed to smile, you remember, Dolly. How I worshipped her, too, with all my heart and soul and strength, as though she were an angel! And that was my mistake, Dolly. She was only a woman--a very weak woman."

      "You said just now that you were cured, Ernest; one would hardly think it to hear you talk," put in Dorothy, smiling.

      "Yes, Doll, I am cured; you have cured me, my dear wife, for you have crept into my life, and taken possession of it, so that there is little room for anybody else; and now, Dorothy, I love you with all my heart."

      She pressed his hand and smiled again, for she knew that she had triumphed, and that he did love her, truly love her, and that this passion for Eva was a poor thing compared to what it had been years before--more indeed of a tender regret, not unmingled with a starry hope, than a passion at all. Dorothy was a clever little person, and understood something of Ernest and the human heart in general. She had thought long ago that she would win Ernest altogether to her in the end. By what tenderness, by what devotion and nobility of character she had accomplished this, those who know her can well imagine, but in the end she did accomplish it, as she deserved to do. The contrast between the conduct of the two women who had mainly influenced his life was too marked for Ernest, a man of a just and reasonable mind, to altogether ignore; and when once he came to comparisons the natural results followed. Yet, though he learned to love Dorothy so dearly, it cannot be said that he forgot Eva; because there are things that some men can never forget, since they are a part of their inner life, and of these, unfortunately, first love is one.

      "Ernest," went on Dorothy, "you remember what you told me when you asked me to marry you in Titheburgh Abbey, about your belief that your affection for Eva would outlast this world. Do you still believe that?"

      "Yes, Doll, to some extent."

      His wife sat and thought for a minute.

      "Ernest," she said presently.

      "Yes, dear."

      "I have managed to hold my own against Eva in this world, when she had all the chances and all the beauty on her side, and what I have to say about your theories now is, that when we get to the next, and are /all/ beautiful, it will be very strange if I don't manage to hold my own there. She had her chance, and she threw it away: now I have got mine, and I don't mean to throw it away, either in this world or the next."

      Ernest laughed a little. "I must say, my dear, it would be a very poor heaven if you were not there."

      "I should think so, indeed. 'Those whom God hath joined let not man put asunder'--nor woman either. But what is the good of our stopping here to talk such stuff about things of which we really understand nothing? Come, Ernest, Jeremy and the boys will be waiting for us."

      So hand in hand they went on homeward through the quiet twilight.

      King Solomon’s Mines

       Table of Content

       CHAPTER I I MEET SIR HENRY CURTIS

       CHAPTER II THE LEGEND OF SOLOMON'S MINES

       CHAPTER III UMBOPA ENTERS OUR SERVICE

       CHAPTER IV AN ELEPHANT HUNT

       CHAPTER V OUR MARCH INTO THE DESERT

       CHAPTER VI WATER! WATER!

       CHAPTER VII SOLOMON'S ROAD

       CHAPTER VIII WE ENTER KUKUANALAND

       CHAPTER IX TWALA THE KING

       CHAPTER X THE WITCH-HUNT

       CHAPTER XI WE GIVE A SIGN

       CHAPTER XII BEFORE THE BATTLE

       CHAPTER XIII THE ATTACK

       CHAPTER XIV THE LAST STAND OF THE GREYS

       CHAPTER XV GOOD FALLS SICK

       CHAPTER XVI THE PLACE OF DEATH

       CHAPTER XVII SOLOMON'S TREASURE CHAMBER

       CHAPTER XVIII WE ABANDON HOPE

       CHAPTER XIX IGNOSI'S FAREWELL

       CHAPTER XX FOUND

      CHAPTER I

       I MEET SIR HENRY CURTIS

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      It is a curious thing that at my age—fifty-five last birthday—I should find myself taking up a pen to try to write a history. I wonder what sort of a history it will be when I have finished it, if ever I come to the end of the trip! I have done a good many things in my life, which seems a long one to me, owing to my having begun work so young, perhaps. At an age when other boys are at school I was earning my living as a trader in the old Colony. I have been trading, hunting, fighting, or mining ever since. And yet it is only eight months ago that I made my pile. It is a big pile now that I have got it—I don't yet know how big—but I do not think I would go through the last fifteen or sixteen months again for it; no, not if I knew that I should come out safe at the end, pile and all. But then I am a timid man, and dislike violence; moreover, I am almost sick of adventure. I wonder why I am going to write this book: it is not in my line. I am not a literary man, though very devoted to the Old Testament and also to the "Ingoldsby Legends." Let me try to set down my reasons, just to see if I have any.

      First reason: Because Sir Henry Curtis and Captain John Good asked me.

      Second reason: Because