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"The general was playing with him!" (15)

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"Thank you, I'm a hunter, not a murderer." (10)

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"At daybreak Rainsford, lying near the swamp, was awakened by a sound that made him know that he had new things to learn about fear... He could stay where he was and wait. That was suicide...That was postponing the inevitable."

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"The general sucked in his breath and smiled. "I congratulate you," he said. "You have won the game." (18)

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"The general sucked in his breath and smiled. "I congratulate you," he said. "You have won the game." (18)

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"Can't see it," remarked Rainsford, trying to peer through the dank tropical night that was palpable as it pressed its thick warm blackness in upon the yacht. (1)

"Nor four yards," admitted Rainsford. "Ugh! It's like moist black velvet." (1)

Even so zealous a hunter as General Zaroff could not trace him there, he told himself; only the devil himself could follow that complicated trail through the jungle after dark (15)

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"The smile on the general's face widened. "To date I have not lost," he said." (11)

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"I must keep my nerve. I must keep my nerve." (14)

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"I must keep my nerve. I must keep my nerve." (14)

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With his remaining strength he dragged himself from the swirling waters. Jagged crags appeared to jut up into the opaqueness; he forced himself upward, hand over hand. Gasping, his hands raw, he reached a flat place at the top.

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"Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heard the hounds. Then he leaped far out into the sea. . . ." (18)

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"Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heard the hounds. Then he leaped far out into the sea. . . ." (18)

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The general was saving him for another day's sport! The Cossack was the cat; he was the mouse. Then it was that Rainsford knew the full meaning of terror. (15)

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"I have played the fox, now I must play the cat of the fable." (14/15)

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"I have played the fox, now I must play the cat of the fable." (14/15)

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Throwing off his sack of food, Rainsford took his knife from its sheath and began to work with all his energy.

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"Don't talk rot, Whitney," said Rainsford. "You're a big-game hunter, not a philosopher. Who cares how a jaguar feels?"

"Perhaps the jaguar does," observed Whitney.

"Bah! They've no understanding."

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"I hunt the scum of the earth: sailors from tramp ships--lassars, blacks, Chinese, whites, mongrels--a thoroughbred horse or hound is worth more than a score of them." (10)

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The pit grew deeper; when it was above his shoulders, he climbed out and from some hard saplings cut stakes and sharpened them to a fine point. These stakes he planted in the bottom of the pit with the points sticking up. With flying fingers he wove a rough carpet of weeds and branches and with it he covered the mouth of the pit. (16-17)

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Rainsford did not smile. "I am still a beast at bay," he said, in a low, hoarse voice. "Get ready, General Zaroff."

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"'Hurled me against a tree,' said the general. 'Fractured my skull. But I got the brute.'" (7)

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"'Hurled me against a tree,' said the general. 'Fractured my skull. But I got the brute.'" (7)

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"Your brain against mine. Your woodcraft against mine. Your strength and stamina against mine. Outdoor chess! And the stake is not without value, eh?" (13)

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"Your brain against mine. Your woodcraft against mine. Your strength and stamina against mine. Outdoor chess! And the stake is not without value, eh?" (13)

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"Twenty feet below him the sea rumbled and hissed. Rainsford hesitated. He heard the hounds. Then he leaped far out into the sea. . . ." (18)

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Rainsford's impulse was to hurl himself down like a panther, but he saw that the general's right hand held something metallic--a small automatic pistol.

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"He flattened himself down on the limb and, through a screen of leaves almost as thick as tapestry, he watched. . ." (15)

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"He flattened himself down on the limb and, through a screen of leaves almost as thick as tapestry, he watched. . ." (15)

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"All he knew was that he was safe from his enemy, the sea, and that utter weariness was on him. He flung himself down at the jungle edge and tumbled headlong into the deepest sleep of his life." (4)

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"All he knew was that he was safe from his enemy, the sea, and that utter weariness was on him. He flung himself down at the jungle edge and tumbled headlong into the deepest sleep of his life." (4)

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He caught hold of a springy young sapling and to it he fastened his hunting knife, with the blade pointing down the trail; with a bit of wild grapevine he tied back the sapling.

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Then he ran for his life. The hounds raised their voices as they hit the fresh scent. Rainsford knew now how an animal at bay feels.

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"'I wanted the ideal animal to hunt,' explained the general. So I said, What are the attributes of an ideal quarry?  And the answer was, of course,  It must have courage, cunning, and, above all, it must be able to reason.'

'But no animal can reason,' objected Rainsford.

'My dear fellow,' said the general, 'there is one that can.'

'But you can't mean--' gasped Rainsford.

'And why not?'

'I can't believe you are serious, General Zaroff. This is a grisly joke.'

"Why should I not be serious? I am speaking of hunting."

"Hunting? Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder." (9/10)

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"Rainsford's impulse was to hurl himself down like a panther, but he saw that the general's right hand held something metallic--a small automatic pistol." (15)

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The Cossack was the cat; he was the mouse. Then it was that Rainsford knew the full meaning of terror.

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The sensuous drowsiness of the night was on him." It's so dark," he thought, "that I could sleep without closing my eyes; the night would be my eyelids--"

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He could see the great hounds, and he called, "Better luck another time," to them. Then he switched on the light.

A man, who had been hiding in the curtains of the bed, was standing there.

"Rainsford!" screamed the general. "How in God's name did you get here?"

"Swam," said Rainsford. "I found it quicker than walking through the jungle."

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"At daybreak Rainsford, lying near the swamp, was awakened by a sound that made him know that he had new things to learn about fear. It was a distant sound, faint and wavering, but he knew it. It was the baying of a pack of hounds."

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"An apprehensive night crawled slowly by like a wounded snake and sleep did not visit Rainsford, although the silence of a dead world was on the jungle." (15)

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"Yes, even that tough-minded old Swede, who'd go up to the devil himself and ask him for a light. Those fishy blue eyes held a look I never saw there before. All I could get out of him was `This place has an evil name among seafaring men, sir.' Then he said to me, very gravely, `Don't you feel anything?'--as if the air about us was actually poisonous. Now, you mustn't laugh when I tell you this--I did feel something like a sudden chill.

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"There was no sound in the night as Rainsford sat there but the muffled throb of the engine that drove the yacht swiftly through the darkness, and the swish and ripple of the wash of the propeller."

"Rainsford heard a sound. It came out of the darkness, a high screaming sound, the sound of an animal in an extremity of anguish and terror."

"Bleak darkness was blacking out the sea and jungle when Rainsford sighted the lights."

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Rainsford held his breath. The "general's eyes had left the ground and were traveling inch by inch up the tree. Rainsford froze there, every muscle tensed for a spring. But the sharp eyes of the hunter stopped before they reached the limb where Rainsford lay; a smile spread over his brown face. Very deliberately he blew a smoke ring into the air; then he turned his back on the tree and walked carelessly away, back along the trail he had come. The swish of the underbrush against his hunting boots grew fainter and fainter." (15)

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"Rainsford took up his flight again. It was flight now, a desperate, hopeless flight, that carried him on for some hours. Dusk came, then darkness, and still he pressed on. The ground grew softer under his moccasins; the vegetation grew ranker, denser; insects bit him savagely."

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Two slight annoyances kept him from perfect enjoyment. One was the thought that it would be difficult to replace Ivan

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"Civilized? And you shoot down men?" (11)

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"Civilized? And you shoot down men?" (11)

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"Rainsford remembered the shots. They had come from the right, and doggedly he swam in that direction, swimming with slow, deliberate strokes, conserving his strength. For a seemingly endless time he fought the sea." (3)

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¨They had come from the right, and doggedly he swam in that direction, swimming with slow, deliberate strokes, conserving his strength. For a seemingly endless time he fought the sea. He began to count his strokes; he could do possibly a hundred more and then--¨

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"The Cossack was the cat; he was the mouse." (15)

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"The Cossack was the cat; he was the mouse." (15)

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"Then it was that Rainsford knew the full meaning of terror."

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"Then it was that Rainsford knew the full meaning of terror."

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¨He had to stop to get his breath. The baying of the hounds stopped abruptly, and Rainsford's heart stopped too. They must have reached the knife.¨

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"The smile on the general's face widened. 'To date I have not lost'"

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"The smile on the general's face widened. 'To date I have not lost'"

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Shades of red to show how evil and dark the island and its contents are. 

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Shades of red to show how evil and dark the island and its contents are. 

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"The cry was pinched off short as the blood-warm waters of the Caribbean Sea dosed over his head."

"his smile showed red lips and pointed teeth."

"one patch of weeds was stained crimson"

"crimson sash about his waist."

"They were eating borsch, the rich, red soup"

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"Rainsford had dug himself in in France when a second's delay meant death. That had been a placid pastime compared to his digging now. The pit grew deeper; when it was above his shoulders, he climbed out and from some hard saplings cut stakes and sharpened them to a fine point. These stakes he planted in the bottom of the pit with the points sticking up. With flying fingers he wove a rough carpet of weeds and branches and with it he covered the mouth of the pit. Then, wet with sweat and aching with tiredness, he crouched behind the stump of a lightning-charred tree." (16-17)

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When I was only five years old he gave me a little gun, specially made in Moscow for me, to shoot sparrows with. When I shot some of his prize turkeys with it, he did not punish me; he complimented me on my marksmanship. I killed my first bear in the Caucasus when I was ten ... "They were no match at all for a hunter with his wits about him, and a high-powered rifle. I was bitterly disappointed.

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Then Rainsford saw the man's free hand go to his forehead in a military salute, and he saw him click his heels together and stand at attention. Another man was coming down the broad marble steps, an erect, slender man in evening clothes. He advanced to Rainsford and held out his hand.

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"With his remaining strength he dragged himself from the swirling waters. Jagged crags appeared to jut up into the opaqueness; he forced himself upward, hand over hand. Gasping, his hands raw, he reached a flat place at the top. Dense jungle came down to the very edge of the cliffs. What perils that tangle of trees and underbrush might hold for him did not concern Rainsford just then. All he knew was that he was safe from his enemy, the sea,"

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Ten minutes of determined effort brought another sound to his ears--the most welcome he had ever heard--the muttering and growling of the sea breaking on a rocky shore. He was almost on the rocks before he saw them; on a night less calm he would have been shattered against them. With his remaining strength he dragged himself from the swirling waters. Jagged crags appeared to jut up into the opaqueness; he forced himself upward, hand over hand. Gasping, his hands raw, he reached a flat place at the top.

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The general made one of his deepest bows. "I see," he said. "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bed. On guard, Rainsford." . . .

He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.

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"Bleak darkness was blacking out the sea and jungle when Rainsford sighted the lights"

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"...You've a genuine new thrill in store for you, Mr. Rainsford."
"Thank you, I'm a hunter, not a murderer."

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Even as he touched it, the general sensed his danger and leaped back with the agility of an ape. But he was not quite quick enough; the dead tree, delicately adjusted to rest on the cut living one, crashed down and struck the general a glancing blow on the shoulder as it fell; but for his alertness, he must have been smashed beneath it. He staggered, but he did not fall; nor did he drop his revolver. He stood there, rubbing his injured shoulder, and Rainsford, with fear again gripping his heart, heard the general's mocking laugh ring through the jungle.

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"A trace of anger was in the general's black eyes, but it was there for but a second; and he said, in his most pleasant manner, "Dear me, what a righteous young man you are! I assure you I do not do the thing you suggest. That would be barbarous. I treat these visitors with every consideration. They get plenty of good food and exercise. They get into splendid physical condition."" (11)

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"His eyes made out the shadowy outlines of a palatial chateau; it was set on a high bluff, and on three sides of it cliffs dived down to where the sea licked greedy lips in the shadows."

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Rainsford had fought his way through the bush for two hours. "I must keep my nerve. I must keep my nerve," he said through tight teeth.

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Rainsford had dug himself in in France when a second's delay meant death. That had been a placid pastime compared to his digging now.

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He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.

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(I know someone already said this, but I thought the same thing)
"Don't talk rot, Whitney," said Rainsford. "You're a big-game hunter, not a philosopher. Who cares how a jaguar feels?"