1st UK edition

'Behold the city of my people'

'Who are you?'

'Have done with this nonsense.'

Like a stranded fish upon the shingle.

She looked at him leaning there lost in thought.

She stood quite still, afraid to move.

Benita heard the bullet clap upon the hide shield

'Now good-bye, and go on.'

'Great heaven,' said Meyer 'it is Portuguese!'

Benita saw Jacob Meyer for the first time.

Down-dead or dying-went the matabele.

Flying from death to death.

Meyer was disarmed and bound fast to a tree.

Great numbers of shrouded forms.

There they stood. All four of them, staring at the white Benita.

He looked like a panther about to spring.