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Burroughs, Edgar Rice

"The Son Of Tarzan"

I cannot understand it."


? ? ? ? "Neither can I," agreed My Dear.


? ? ? ? It was about this time that a runner brought a letter that, when she learned the contents, filled Meriem with excitement. Visitors were coming! A number of English ladies and gentlemen had accepted My Dear's invitation to spend a month of hunting and exploring with them. Meriem was all expectancy. What would these strangers be like? Would they be as nice to her as had Bwana and My Dear, or would they be like the other white folk she had known--cruel and relentless. My Dear assured her that they all were gentle folk and that she would find them kind, considerate and honorable.


? ? ? ? To My Dear's surprise there was none of the shyness of the wild creature in Meriem's anticipation of the visit of strangers.


? ? ? ? She looked forward to their coming with curiosity and with a certain pleasurable anticipation when once she was assured that they would not bite her. In fact she appeared no different than would any pretty young miss who had learned of the expected coming of company.


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