Robert Ervin Howard

Robert Ervin Howard

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Portrait of Robert Ervin Howard Robert Ervin Howard Sluggers on the Beach (1934)

Half the hide was missing from my face, and one cauliflowered ear was pounded into a purple pulp. Blood was oozing from my lips, nose and ears. Sweat poured off my chest and run down my legs till I was standing in mud. We was both slimy with sweat and blood. I could hear the agonized pound of my own heart, and it felt like it was going to bust right through my ribs. My calf muscles and thigh muscles was quivering cords of fire, where they wasn't numb and dead. Every time I dragged a foot through that clinging, burning sand it felt like the joints of my limbs was giving apart.
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Portrait of Robert Ervin Howard Robert Ervin Howard Sluggers on the Beach (1934)

Pah! I don't kill that easy," she said. "Stole my map, the rat! How did you two gorillas get here? Those maps I sold you were for an island half a day from here."
"It was my mistake," I said, and I added, limping disconsolately towards her, "I believed you. I thought you was in distress."
"The more fool you," she sneered. "I had to have a hundred dollars to buy Yao Shan's map. That gyp I worked on you and Hoolihan was the best one I could think of, at the spur of the moment. Now get to work and hoist that chest out, and load it in my boat. You're a sap to trust anybody—ow!"
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Portrait of Robert Ervin Howard Robert Ervin Howard Sluggers on the Beach (1934)

She leaned back against the wall, with one hand to her heart. I looked at her with pity. Beauty in distress always touches a warm spot in my great, big, manly bosom.
"They're hiding out there, somewhere," she whimpered.
"What they chasin' you for?" I asked, forgetting all about my hurry to smear the docks with Red Hoolihan.
"I have something they want," she said. "My name is Laura Hopkins. I do a dance act at the European Grand Theater—did you ever hear of Li Yang?"
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