1st UK edition

'Who are you?'

'Behold the city of my people'

Great numbers of shrouded forms.

'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.

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

Flying from death to death.

'Now good-bye, and go on.'

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

Down-dead or dying-went the matabele.

Benita heard the bullet clap upon the hide shield

Benita saw Jacob Meyer for the first time.

Meyer was disarmed and bound fast to a tree.

He looked like a panther about to spring.