H. De Vere Stacpoole

H. De Vere Stacpoole

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Portrait of H. De Vere Stacpoole H. De Vere Stacpoole The Heart's Awakening (1915)

The man with the club instantly saw his chance, and brought the club down with an awful blow on the hand.
Just as the octopus drops from its prey when the brain is pierced, so did the man on the ground when his hand was shattered. He fell away from the woman, she sprang to her feet, and the man with the club struck home. He struck solemnly and hard, like a workman completing a good job; then he rearranged the bundle, from which the precious crab had nearly broken loose, and the woman standing by let him fasten it upon her.
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Portrait of H. De Vere Stacpoole H. De Vere Stacpoole The Heart's Awakening (1915)

The rock shadows were now shortening, and they had almost vanished when the man and woman reached the rising ground that marked the end of the valley and the beginning of a country hard and fierce and fantastic with the fantasy of basalt. Giants seemed to have fought here with rocks, and left behind them the silence that held the place, which, seen from a distance, had the appearance of a broken plain.
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Portrait of H. De Vere Stacpoole H. De Vere Stacpoole The Heart's Awakening (1915)

In a moment not a horse was to be seen, and the man and woman were the only moving things in all that vast valley, with the exception of the lizards that haunted the rock shadows—enormous dun-grey lizards, a dying tribe, sluggish and so given over to inertia that they scarcely moved from the path of the human beings, lying like creatures in a great infirmary, patients given over by Nature and doomed to die.
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