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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter XV (1915)

“ Yes, he roared like a wounded buffalo. Never would I have believed that such a vast volume of sound could have proceeded from the lungs of a single aged man. For fully a minute his furious bellowings echoed down that great cave, while all the Pongo soldiers, rising from their recumbent position, pointed their hands, in some of which torches still burned, at the miserable Kalubi on whom their wrath seemed to be concentrated, rather than on us, and hissed like snakes.
Really it might have been a scene in hell with the Motombo playing the part of Satan.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter XV (1915)

“ For though you are old you must die at last, Motombo."
"It is true," said the Motombo. "Did I not tell you that he was full of cunning? All the gods will be avenged upon those who kill ambassadors or their servants. That"—here he laughed again in his dreadful way—"is the rights of the gods alone. Let the gods of the Pongo settle it."
I uttered a sigh of relief, and he went on in a new voice, a dull, business-like voice if I may so describe it:
"Say, O Kalubi, on what matter have you brought these white men to speak with me, the Mouth of the god?
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard,  Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter XV (1915)

“ When he was dragged before him the Kalubi pointed, first to the cattle, then to the broken fence and the devastated garden. The lad began to mutter excuses and pray for mercy.
"Kill him!" said the Kalubi, whereon the herd flung himself to the ground, and clutching him by the ankles, began to kiss his feet, crying out that he was afraid to die. The Kalubi tried to kick himself free, and failing in this, lifted his big spear and made an end of the poor boy's prayers and life at a single stroke.
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