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The Ivory Child by H. Rider (Henry Rider) Haggard
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"I say, old fellow," said Scroope, "you must have been pretty clever to
get all that in, for your eyes weren't shut for more than ten seconds."

"Then I wonder what you would say if I repeated everything," I answered,
for I still felt dreamy and not quite myself.

"You see elephant Jana?" asked Harût. "He kill woman and child, eh?
Well, he do that every night. Well, that why people of White Kendah
want you to kill _him_ and take all that ivory which they no dare touch
because it in holy place and Black Kendah not let them. So he live
still. That what we wish know. Thank you much, Macumazana. You very good
look through-distance man. Just what I think. Kendah 'bacco smoke work
very well in you. Now, beautiful lady," he added turning to Miss Holmes,
"you like look too? Better look. Who knows what you see?"

Miss Holmes hesitated a moment, studying me with an inquiring eye. But I
made no sign, being in truth very curious to hear _her_ experience.

"Yes," she said.

"I would prefer, Luna, that you left this business alone," remarked Lord
Ragnall uneasily. "I think it is time that you ladies went to bed."

"Here is a match," said Miss Holmes to Harût who was engaged in putting
more tobacco into the bowl, the suspicion of a smile upon his grave
and statuesque countenance. Harût received the match with a low bow
and fired the stuff as before. Then he handed the bowl, from which once
again the blue smoke curled upwards, to Miss Holmes, and gently and
gracefully let the antimacassar fall over it and her head, which it
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