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Updated: June 24, 2025
After Arjuna had vowed the slaughter of Karna's son, a loud and tremendous uproar arose amongst the car-warriors. At that frightful time when confusion was everywhere, the thousand-rayed sun, dimming his rays, entered the Asta hill.
The constellations became its shaft; the Krita age became its yoke; and that best of Snakes, viz., Vasuki, became the Kuvara of that car. Himavat and Vindhya mountains became its Apaskara and Adhishthana; and the Udaya and the Asta mountains were made the wheels of that car by those foremost ones among the gods. They made the excellent Ocean, that abode of the Danavas its other axle.
Indeed, with those numerous arrows sticking to his body, Karna, O monarch, in that battle, looked resplendent like the prince of mountains with its top and glens overgrown with trees or decked with flowering Karnikaras. Karna also shooting repeated showers of arrows, looked, with those arrows constituting his rays, like the sun coursing towards the Asta hills, with disc bright with crimson rays.
We found Everson and his young wife at the hotel, quite different now from the care-free adventurers who had set out only a few days before to wrest a fortune from chance. I had often seen portraits of the two Sanford sisters in the society pages of the papers in the States and knew that the courtship of Orrin Everson and Asta Sanford had been a true bit of modern romance.
My neighbour the brazier had his patch of ground sown with barley but now he would have to sow it again, and where was he to get the seed? He went from farm to farm begging for some, but people hated the sight of him after what had happened about Asta no one would lend him any, and he had no money to buy.
At the head of a chosen and intrepid vanguard, Stilicho swam the stream of the Addua, to gain the time which he must have lost in the attack of the bridge; the passage of the Po was an enterprise of much less hazard and difficulty; and the successful action, in which he cut his way through the Gothic camp under the walls of Asta, revived the hopes, and vindicated the honor, of Rome.
The police commissioner is occupied with your step-sister, whom you were about to murder." Langen put his hand to his cheek, looking at Muller between his lashes as he said, "To murder? Who can prove that?" "We have all the proofs we need." "I will acknowledge only that I wanted Asta to disappear." Muller smiled. "What good would that have done you? You wanted her entire fortune, did you not?
She stood pulling the door handle, and they had to let this amusing little wood goblin out again. Hurriedly a few strawberries were put into the basket, and off she disappeared into the wood. "I hope she can find her way back again," said Miss Asta looking after her with dreaming eyes. Ditte certainly found her way home.
And Kinsale doesn't hesitate to show that he likes her. It all sets Donald crazy. It's so mixed up. I can't make anything of it. And Norma well, even Asta can't get anything out of her. I wish to Heaven you could straighten the thing out."
He felt Fellner's icy hand on his as the sick man murmured: "Tell me the truth! Is Asta dead?" The detective shrugged his shoulders. "We do not know yet. She was alive and able to send a message at half past eight this evening." "A message? To whom?" "To the nearest police station." Muller told the story as it had come to him.
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