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

There was another scuffle, just to my left—Hans sat between me and the Kalubi—followed by a single prolonged wail.
"The king-man has gone," whispered Hans. "I felt him go as though a wind had blown him away. Where he was there is nothing but a hole."
Of a sudden the moon shone out from behind the clouds. In its sickly light about half-way between us and the edge of the clearing, say thirty yards off, I saw—oh! what did I see! The devil destroying a lost soul. At least, that is what it looked like. A huge, grey-black creature, grotesquely human in its shape, had the thin Kalubi in its grip.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter XVI (1915)

Indeed, I began to hope that after all the bullet had reached some mortal part and that the great ape was dead.
At length, it seemed to be weeks afterwards, the dawn broke and revealed us sitting white and shivering in the grey mist; that is, all except Stephen, who had gone comfortably to sleep with his head resting on Mavovo's shoulder. He is a man so equably minded and so devoid of nerves, that I feel sure he will be one of the last to be disturbed by the trump of the archangel.
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Portrait of H. Rider Haggard H. Rider Haggard Allan and the Holy Flower — Chapter XVI (1915)

The bow of the canoe grated on the bank, disturbing a huge crocodile that vanished into the depths with an angry plunge.
"Land, white lords, land," said Komba with the utmost politeness, "and go, visit the god who doubtless is waiting for you. And now, as we shall meet no more—farewell. You are wise and I am foolish, yet hearken to my counsel. If ever you should return to the Earth again, be advised by me. Cling to your own god if you have one, and do not meddle with those of other peoples.
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