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- Author: Edgar Rice Burroughs
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 88
- ISBN-10: 1545040532
- ISBN-13: 9781545040539
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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He could see no eyes, yet he knew that somewhere from out of that noiseless mass stealthy eyes were fixed upon him. This was the fourth time that the think had crept from out the wood as darkness was settling - the fourth time during those three horrible weeks since he had been cast upon that lonely shore that he had watched, terror-stricken, while night engulfed the shadowy form that lurked at the forest's edge. It had never attacked him, but to his distorted imagination it seemed to slink closer and closer as night fell - waiting, always waiting for the moment that it might find him unprepared. Waldo Emerson Smith-Jones was not overly courageous. He had been reared among surroundings of culture plus and ultra-intellectuality in the exclusive Back Bay home of his ancestors. He had been taught to look with contempt upon all that savored of muscular superiority - such things were gross, brutal, primitive. It had been a giant intellect only that he had craved - he and a fond mother - and their wishes had been fulfilled. At twenty-one Waldo was an animated encyclopedia - and about as muscular as a real one.
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- Author: Edgar Rice Burroughs
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Year: 2017
- Pages: 88
- ISBN-10: 1545040532
- ISBN-13: 9781545040539
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
He could see no eyes, yet he knew that somewhere from out of that noiseless mass stealthy eyes were fixed upon him. This was the fourth time that the think had crept from out the wood as darkness was settling - the fourth time during those three horrible weeks since he had been cast upon that lonely shore that he had watched, terror-stricken, while night engulfed the shadowy form that lurked at the forest's edge. It had never attacked him, but to his distorted imagination it seemed to slink closer and closer as night fell - waiting, always waiting for the moment that it might find him unprepared. Waldo Emerson Smith-Jones was not overly courageous. He had been reared among surroundings of culture plus and ultra-intellectuality in the exclusive Back Bay home of his ancestors. He had been taught to look with contempt upon all that savored of muscular superiority - such things were gross, brutal, primitive. It had been a giant intellect only that he had craved - he and a fond mother - and their wishes had been fulfilled. At twenty-one Waldo was an animated encyclopedia - and about as muscular as a real one.
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