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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Condensed Novels: New Burlesques"

Moo Kow, Miaow, and
the Gee Gees had disappeared. Presently there was a booming crash
and a long, deep rumbling among the distant hills. Then they knew
they were near the old Moulmein Pagoda, and the dawn had come up
like thunder out of China 'cross the bay. It always came up that
way there. The strain was too great, and day was actually
breaking.

"ZUT-SKI"
THE PROBLEM OF A WICKED FEME SOLE
BY M--R--E C--R--LLI

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The great pyramid towered up from the desert with its apex toward
the moon which hung in the sky. For centuries it had stood thus,
disdaining the aid of gods or man, being, as the Sphinx herself
observed, able to stand up for itself. And this was no small
praise from that sublime yet mysterious female who had seen the
ages come and go, empires rise and fall, novelist succeed novelist,
and who, for eons and cycles the cynosure and centre of admiration
and men's idolatrous worship, had yet--wonderful for a woman--
through it all kept her head, which now alone remained to survey
calmly the present. Indeed, at that moment that magnificent and
peaceful face seemed to have lost--with a few unimportant features--
its usual expression of speculative wisdom and intense disdain;
its mouth smiled, its left eyelid seemed to droop. As the opal
tints of dawn deepened upon it, the eyelid seemed to droop lower,
closed, and quickly recovered itself twice.


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