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A DESPERATE BETROTHAL At the farthest limit of the cave we leaned upon the rock, and looked at that wicked, weaving head. Twice before had I seen it, but never in such circumstances as this. On both o
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A DESPERATE BETROTHAL At the farthest limit of the cave we leaned upon the rock, and looked at that wicked, weaving head. Twice before had I seen it, but never in such circumstances as this. On both o
A WONDROUS BREACHING OF THE WALL A good man all through is Denvarre, as I said before, and like a good man he took the …
A LITTLE DOG’S STUMBLE It was as Gwen began to lift her voice sweetly in the opening notes of “Just a little bit of str…
THE TEMPLE AND THE LAIR OF CAY Though during the days of hard work, while the boat was being launched, we continued to …
THE MOUNTAIN WAKES As I shot beamingly out into the wholesome light of day a cheer rang out, waking the cold echoes del…
IN THE NINTH CIRCLE As we arrived our noses were greeted with a most stupendous and enwrapping stench. It took me just …
A CLOSED DOOR In the morning we had left a pool of clear, shining blue, still as a Thames backwater, and the tall ship …
THE GREAT GOD CAY High up the slope of the mountain-side, lurching slowly across the bare, bleak slabs of granite, was …
A GLACIER CAVE AND WHAT LAY THEREIN An hour’s labor saw us well over the moraine, and beginning to worm our way into th…
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