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Child of Storm

CHAPTER XV
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Oh, yes, as you say, I am a witch, and I know, I know! Come, I am spent.

You men weary me, as men have always done, being but fools whom it is so easy to make drunk, and who when drunk are so unpleasing.

Piff! I am tired of you sober and cunning, and I am tired of you drunken and brutal, you who, after all, are but beasts of the field to whom Mvelingangi, the Creator, has given heads which can think, but which always think wrong.
"Now, King, before you unchain your dogs upon me, I ask one moment.
I said that I hated all men, yet, as you know, no woman can tell the truth--quite.

There is a man whom I do not hate, whom I never hated, whom I think I love because he would not love me.

He sits there," and to my utter dismay, and the intense interest of that company, she pointed at me, Allan Quatermain! "Well, once by my 'magic,' of which you have heard so much, I got the better of this man against his will and judgment, and, because of that soft heart of mine, I let him go; yes, I let the rare fish go when he was on my hook.


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