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illustrationillustrationAll that I could see was a gleam of armour in the mud. I threw myself upon it, gripping at the wearer’s throat, and together we rolled down the side of the causeway into the shallow water at the edge of the lakeMontezuma's DaughterThe Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1242John Reinhard Weguelinhttps://s3-us-west-2.amazonaws.com/haggard/illustrations/images/000/000/1758/original/allThatTheGraphic349.jpg?1515098569Lithograph. L: 19.6 , W: 22.8London: The Graphic Office, 16 September 1893.Lithograph. L: 19.6 , W: 22.8CorpseJohn Reinhard Weguelin349The Graphic, vol. 48, no. 1242The Graphic Office16 September 1893LondonThe Wade Burgess CollectionMontezuma's Daughter

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All that I could see was a gleam of armour in the mud. I threw myself upon it, gripping at the wearer’s throat, and together we rolled down the side of the causeway into the shallow water at the edge of the lake

All that I could see was a gleam of armour in the mud. I threw myself upon it, gripping at the wearer’s throat, and together we rolled down the side of the causeway into the shallow water at the edge of the lake
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