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Portrait of Georg Ebers Georg Ebers Barbara Blomberg — Volume 05

This utterly unexpected attack did not give Don Luis time to draw his sword, but, with ready presence of mind, he forced the hand wielding the weapon aside, and, while he felt a sharp pain in his left arm, seized the assassin with his right hand, swung his light figure upward, and with the strength and skill peculiar to him hurled it with all his might upon the stone steps of the dwelling.
Not a single word, only a savage cry of fury, followed by a piteous moan, had escaped Wolf's lips during this swift deed of violence.
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Portrait of Georg Ebers Georg Ebers Barbara Blomberg — Volume 05

His face is livid, and the drops of perspiration on his brow are not due solely to the heat."
"And then," cried Quijada, his black eyes sparkling with a fiery light— "then in his agitation he scarcely knows what he is doing as I hold the stirrup for him. But when, once in his saddle, his divine companion descends to him, he dashes upon the foe like a whirlwind and, wherever he strikes, how the chips fly! The strongest succumb to his blows. 'Victory! victory!' men shout exultingly wherever he goes.
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Portrait of Georg Ebers Georg Ebers Barbara Blomberg — Volume 05

If we prefer this mansion, which stands open to every one whose heart the old one oppresses, to the ruinous one of former days——"
"Yet," interrupted Wolf, "you must say to yourselves that you leave behind in the old one much which the new one lacks, no matter with how many good things you may equip it. The history of our religion and its development does not belong to your new home—only to the old one."
"We stand upon it as every newer thing rests on the older," replied Erasmus eagerly.
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