Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Call of the Primitive
Jane—herlithe,youngformflattenedagainstthetrunkofagreattree,herhandstightpressedagainstherrisingandfallingbosom,andhereyeswidewithmingledhorror,fascination,fear,andadmiration—watchedtheprimordialapebattlewiththeprimevalmanforpossessionofawoman—forher.
Asthegreatmusclesoftheman’sbackandshouldersknottedbeneaththetensionofhisefforts,andthehugebicepsandforearmheldatbaythosemightytusks,theveilofcenturiesofcivilizationandculturewassweptfromtheblurredvisionoftheBaltimoregirl.
WhenthelongknifedrankdeepadozentimesofTerkoz’heart’sblood,andthegreatcarcassrolledlifelessupontheground,itwasaprimevalwomanwhosprangforwardwithoutstretchedarmstowardtheprimevalmanwhohadfoughtforherandwonher.
AndTarzan?
Hedidwhatnored-bloodedmanneedslessonsindoing.Hetookhiswomaninhisarmsandsmotheredherupturned,pantinglipswithkisses.
ForamomentJanelaytherewithhalf-closedeyes.Foramoment—thefirstinheryounglife—sheknewthemeaningoflove.
Butassuddenlyastheveilhadbeenwithdrawnitdroppedagain,andanoutragedconsciencesuffusedherfacewithitsscarletmantle,andamortifiedwomanthrustTarzanoftheApesfromherandburiedherfaceinherhands.
