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Though
they
had
come
many
miles
,
it
was
still
but
midafternoon
,
and
the
amphitheater
was
bathed
in
the
half
light
which
filtered
through
the
maze
of
encircling
foliage
.
The
green
turf
looked
soft
and
cool
and
inviting
.
The
myriad
noises
of
the
jungle
seemed
far
distant
and
hushed
to
a
mere
echo
of
blurred
sounds
,
rising
and
falling
like
the
surf
upon
a
remote
shore
.
A
feeling
of
dreamy
peacefulness
stole
over
Jane
as
she
sank
down
upon
the
grass
where
Tarzan
had
placed
her
,
and
as
she
looked
up
at
his
great
figure
towering
above
her
,
there
was
added
a
strange
sense
of
perfect
security
.
As
she
watched
him
from
beneath
half-closed
lids
,
Tarzan
crossed
the
little
circular
clearing
toward
the
trees
upon
the
further
side
.
She
noted
the
graceful
majesty
of
his
carriage
,
the
perfect
symmetry
of
his
magnificent
figure
and
the
poise
of
his
well-shaped
head
upon
his
broad
shoulders
.
What
a
perfect
creature
!
There
could
be
naught
of
cruelty
or
baseness
beneath
that
godlike
exterior
.
Never
,
she
thought
had
such
a
man
strode
the
earth
since
God
created
the
first
in
his
own
image
.
With
a
bound
Tarzan
sprang
into
the
trees
and
disappeared
.
Jane
wondered
where
he
had
gone
.
Had
he
left
her
there
to
her
fate
in
the
lonely
jungle
?
She
glanced
nervously
about
.
Every
vine
and
bush
seemed
but
the
lurking-place
of
some
huge
and
horrible
beast
waiting
to
bury
gleaming
fangs
into
her
soft
flesh
.
Every
sound
she
magnified
into
the
stealthy
creeping
of
a
sinuous
and
malignant
body
.
How
different
now
that
he
had
left
her
!
For
a
few
minutes
that
seemed
hours
to
the
frightened
girl
,
she
sat
with
tense
nerves
waiting
for
the
spring
of
the
crouching
thing
that
was
to
end
her
misery
of
apprehension
.
