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So
presently
she
gave
up
the
futile
effort
and
lay
quietly
,
looking
through
half-closed
lids
at
the
face
of
the
man
who
strode
easily
through
the
tangled
undergrowth
with
her
.
The
face
above
her
was
one
of
extraordinary
beauty
.
A
perfect
type
of
the
strongly
masculine
,
unmarred
by
dissipation
,
or
brutal
or
degrading
passions
.
For
,
though
Tarzan
of
the
Apes
was
a
killer
of
men
and
of
beasts
,
he
killed
as
the
hunter
kills
,
dispassionately
,
except
on
those
rare
occasions
when
he
had
killed
for
hate
--
though
not
the
brooding
,
malevolent
hate
which
marks
the
features
of
its
own
with
hideous
lines
.
When
Tarzan
killed
he
more
often
smiled
than
scowled
,
and
smiles
are
the
foundation
of
beauty
.
One
thing
the
girl
had
noticed
particularly
when
she
had
seen
Tarzan
rushing
upon
Terkoz
--
the
vivid
scarlet
band
upon
his
forehead
,
from
above
the
left
eye
to
the
scalp
;
but
now
as
she
scanned
his
features
she
noticed
that
it
was
gone
,
and
only
a
thin
white
line
marked
the
spot
where
it
had
been
.
As
she
lay
more
quietly
in
his
arms
Tarzan
slightly
relaxed
his
grip
upon
her
.
Once
he
looked
down
into
her
eyes
and
smiled
,
and
the
girl
had
to
close
her
own
to
shut
out
the
vision
of
that
handsome
,
winning
face
.
Presently
Tarzan
took
to
the
trees
,
and
Jane
,
wondering
that
she
felt
no
fear
,
began
to
realize
that
in
many
respects
she
had
never
felt
more
secure
in
her
whole
life
than
now
as
she
lay
in
the
arms
of
this
strong
,
wild
creature
,
being
borne
,
God
alone
knew
where
or
to
what
fate
,
deeper
and
deeper
into
the
savage
fastness
of
the
untamed
forest
.
When
,
with
closed
eyes
,
she
commenced
to
speculate
upon
the
future
,
and
terrifying
fears
were
conjured
by
a
vivid
imagination
,
she
had
but
to
raise
her
lids
and
look
upon
that
noble
face
so
close
to
hers
to
dissipate
the
last
remnant
of
apprehension
.
No
,
he
could
never
harm
her
;
of
that
she
was
convinced
when
she
translated
the
fine
features
and
the
frank
,
brave
eyes
above
her
into
the
chivalry
which
they
proclaimed
.
