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No book can take its place; no influence can supplant it. Max Muller made lifelong study of the Buddhist and other Indian books. He gave them to the English-speaking world. Yet he wrote to a friend of his impression of the immense superiority of the Bible in such terms that his friend replied: "Yes, you are right; how tremendously ahead of other sacred books is the Bible!
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It's all got to be done like a flash, you see. And if the rope holds, I'll do my part, I promise you." "Count on us, Max, and here's hoping you do get hold of the poor little thing!" said Steve, who had laid his camera aside, the better to use both hands. They nerved themselves for the coming ordeal. Teeth were tightly clenched, and every muscle summoned to do its full duty.
Cumberly turned in his promenade and stared at the detective "he's not the only one?" "My dear sir," said Max, gently, "the victims of Mr. King are truly as the sands of Arabia." "Good heavens!" muttered Dr. Cumberly; "good heavens!" "I came immediately to London," continued Max, "and presented myself at New Scotland Yard.
Max was going to the Maberleys', for the colonel was seriously ill, so I begged him to go the garden way, and I kept him for a moment under the window of the turret-room. I saw him glance up eagerly, almost hungrily, but the blinds were partially down, and there was only a white curtain flapping in the summer breeze.
Sometimes, at night here, I see it as it was four years ago I see the candles lit on the Great White Way I hear the elevated roar, and the newsboys shout, and Diamond Jim Brady applauding at a musical comedy's first night. New York!" Mr. Max rose pompously and pointed a yellow finger at the Hermit of Baldpate Mountain. "I got you!" he cried in triumph. "I'm wise! You want to go back."
At last Max, sorely scratched, bit, pinched, and every way aggravated, though of course without a serious bruise, cried out "enough!" and the assailants were ordered to quit him; but though the three O'Briens obeyed, the three O'Regans hung on to him like leeches, and had to be dragged off.
He could recollect the very run of every clause and word he had written: 'No Englishman can read without a thrill of righteous indignation, it began,'the sentence passed last night upon Max Schurz, the author of that remarkable economical work, "Gold and the Proletariate."
"You haven't even the strength of one. We must stay here till you are stronger." Yet she shivered and grew cold at the thought of staying on, even with Max, close to the grave the men had dug for Stanton in the sand. "I shall be better travelling," Max urged. He would not tell Sanda, but he felt it unsafe to stay long near Dardaï with so few men.
"You are right, Karl; we must come back," he answered. "I do not fear Yolanda. I am not weak." "I sometimes wonder if we know our strength from our weakness," I suggested. "There is doubtless much energy wasted by conscientious men striving in the wrong direction, who fancy they are doing their duty." "You would not have me marry Yolanda?" asked Max, a gleam of light coming to his eyes.
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