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Petersburg, and there, after some vicissitudes of fortune, Morok became one of the imperial couriers these iron automata, that the least caprice of the despot hurls in a frail sledge through the immensity of the empire, from Persia to the Frozen Sea.
Gabriel, occupied with a dying person in a neighboring room, had, indeed, just learned that Morok, having broken his bonds, had succeeded in escaping from the chamber in which he had been temporarily confined.
So saying, he forced out one of the corks, raised the neck of the bottle to his lips, and, having drunk a deep draught, passed it to the gigantic quarryman. "That's the thing!" said the latter. "Here's in honor of the treat! None but a sneak will refuse, for this stuff will sharpen the Wolves' teeth!" "Here's to your health, mates!" said Morok, distributing the bottles.
I have not, like you, a head of marble, and a body of iron; but as for fuddling myself with gunpowder, instead of anything else, that'll do for me; I'm only fit for that work now and then, it will drive away thought." "Oh what kind?" "You know that when I do think, I think only of one thing," said Jacques, gloomily. "The Bacchanal queen? still?" said Morok, in a disdainful tone.
I drew near the bill, and read in it, that one Morok, just arrived from Germany, is about to exhibit in a theatre different wild beasts that he tamed, among others a splendid lion, a tiger, and a black Java panther named Death." "What an awful name!" said the hearer.
Like many other mountebanks, this species of monster had began by eating raw meat at the fairs for the amusement of the public. Thence having gradually acquired a taste for this barbarous food, and uniting pleasure with profit, he engaged himself to perform the prelude to the exercises of Morok, by devouring, in the presence of the crowd, several pounds of raw flesh.
Suddenly, Morok raised a wild shout, as he rushed towards Death, who answered this exclamation by a dreadful roar, and threw herself upon her master with so much fury, that Adrienne, in alarm, believing the man lost, drew herself back, and covered her fact with her hands.
"Do you know, my dear boy, there would not be so crowded or fashionable an audience to witness Racine's Athalia?" "Undoubtedly. What is the beggarly howling of an actor, compared to the roaring of the lion?" "I cannot understand how the authorities permit this Morok to fasten his panther with a chain to an iron ring in the corner of the stage. If the chain were to break?"
And Morok paced the room in great agitation. "Besides, Death lays her ears close to her skull," said Goliath, brutally. "If you persist mind, I tell you the Englishman will win his wager this evening." "Go away, you brute! don't vex my head with your confounded predictions," cried Morok: "go and prepare Death's collar."
Through the trap-door which opens into the loft, reek up puffs of a rank, sour, penetrating odor. From time to time are heard sonorous growls and deep breathings, followed by a dull sound, as of great bodies stretching themselves heavily along the floor. A man is alone in this loft. It is Morok, the tamer of wild beasts, surnamed the Prophet.
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