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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland A Princess of the Balkans — Chapter VII (1916)

Dallas, pausing to sling the rifle across his back, followed her.
For about a hundred feet they worked their way up from ledge to ledge. Then came a stretch of turf, firm but so steep that a fall would have meant rolling down over the brink and death on the jagged rocks beneath. A hundred feet up this almost precipitous bank, Thalia paused, and, standing beautifully poised, looked back at Dallas, who was working his way gingerly up on all fours.
"Better not look back," snapped the young man. "And I say, Thalia, don't stand up like that. It makes me rather sick to look at you!"
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Portrait of Henry C. Rowland Henry C. Rowland A Princess of the Balkans — Chapter VII (1916)

Like a man in a nightmare, he swung his arm upward; for a moment he hung poised, on the verge of falling; then his fingers closed on the projection, and for the moment he was safe.
"Now climb up!" said Thalia. "Slowly!"
With his heart in his mouth, Dallas slowly raised himself to the rim of the ledge, then over it, and a moment later was lying face downward on the rock.
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