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Updated: May 16, 2025


There seemed something shockingly aboriginal simian in the swift, gorilla-like clutch of his huge dangling hands, as they fastened on the throat and shoulder of the drunken man and whirled him on his back in the snow something deadly and menacing in his hard-breathing, soft-brogued invective: "Yeh bloody nightingale! come off th' perch! . . . I'm fed up wid yeh! I'll waltz yeh!

With the heel of his giant fist the president beat upon the table, his curls shook, his gorilla-like shoulders heaved. In an explanatory aside Billy made this clear. "He says," he interpreted, "that you get more as an actor than he gets as president, and it makes him mad." "I can see it does myself," whispered St. Clair. "And I don't understand French, either."

The squat man was brave enough; simply he did not know how to fight in this manner. He was accustomed to the use of steel and the hobnails on his boots. He struck wildly, swinging his arms like a Flemish mill in a brisk wind. Some of his blows got home, but these provoked only sardonic laughter. Wild with rage and pain he bored in. He had but one chance to get this shadow in his gorilla-like arms.

He was in every way a contrast to the other. No city had bred him. He was heavy muscled and hairy, gorilla-like in strength and aspect. For him there was no unseen world. His eyes were full and wide apart, and there seemed in them a certain bold brotherliness. They inspired confidence. But a closer inspection would have shown that his eyes were just a trifle too full, just a shade too wide apart.

The bullet was too late to stop that gorilla-like spring, and Mut-mut, with a glitter of steel flashing in one of his outspread palms, launched himself upon them, landing, like some huge and horrible cat of dreams, on all fours in the body of the car.

On the return swing he caught the cast-iron water-pipe that scaled the wall from window tier to window tier. Down this jointed pipe he went, gorilla-like, segment by segment, until he reached what he knew to be the hotel's third floor.

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