Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
Burials
Tarzanwasnotparticularlyinterestedinthemen,however,sohesoughttheotherwindow.Therewasthegirl.Howbeautifulherfeatures!Howdelicatehersnowyskin!
ShewaswritingatTarzan’sowntablebeneaththewindow.UponapileofgrassesatthefarsideoftheroomlaytheNegressasleep.
ForanhourTarzanfeastedhiseyesuponherwhileshewrote.Howhelongedtospeaktoher,buthedarednotattemptit,forhewasconvincedthat,liketheyoungman,shewouldnotunderstandhim,andhefeared,too,thathemightfrightenheraway.
Atlengthshearose,leavinghermanuscriptuponthetable.Shewenttothebeduponwhichhadbeenspreadseverallayersofsoftgrasses.Thesesherearranged.
Thensheloosenedthesoftmassofgoldenhairwhichcrownedherhead.Likeashimmeringwaterfallturnedtoburnishedmetalbyadyingsunitfellaboutherovalface;inwavinglines,belowherwaistittumbled.
Tarzanwasspellbound.ThensheextinguishedthelampandallwithinthecabinwaswrappedinCimmeriandarkness.
StillTarzanwatched.Creepingclosebeneaththewindowhewaited,listening,forhalfanhour.Atlasthewasrewardedbythesoundsoftheregularbreathingwithinwhichdenotessleep.
Cautiouslyheintrudedhishandbetweenthemeshesofthelatticeuntilhiswholearmwaswithinthecabin.Carefullyhefeltuponthedesk
