Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Giant Again
Aboutherwasthewavingfoliageoftheforest.
Fromtreetotreeswungthegiantfigurewhichboreher,anditseemedtoJanethatshewaslivingoverinadreamtheexperiencethathadbeenhersinthatfarAfricanjungle.
Oh,ifitwerebutthesamemanwhohadbornehersoswiftlythroughthetangledverdureonthatotherday!butthatwasimpossible!Yetwhoelseinalltheworldwastherewiththestrengthandagilitytodowhatthismanwasnowdoing?
Shestoleasuddenglanceatthefaceclosetohers,andthenshegavealittlefrightenedgasp.Itwashe!
"Myforestman!"shemurmured."No,Imustbedelirious!"
"Yes,yourman,JanePorter.Yoursavage,primevalmancomeoutofthejungletoclaimhismate—thewomanwhoranawayfromhim,"headdedalmostfiercely.
"Ididnotrunaway,"shewhispered."Iwouldonlyconsenttoleavewhentheyhadwaitedaweekforyoutoreturn."
Theyhadcometoapointbeyondthefirenow,andhehadturnedbacktotheclearing.
Sidebysidetheywerewalkingtowardthecottage.Thewindhadchangedoncemoreandthefirewasburningbackuponitself—anotherhourlikethatanditwouldbeburnedout.
"Whydidyounotreturn?"sheasked.
"IwasnursingD’Arnot.Hewasbadlywounded."
"Ah,Iknewit!"sheexclaimed.
