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Infuriated, he closed in, sent a staggering left to the thug's heart and a murderous right to his chin, so that he reeled and fell as if shot while P. Sybarite with a bound again caught the boy by the arm and whirled him out through the doorway into the hall. "Hurry!" he panted. "We've one chance in ten thousand " Beyond doubt they had barely that.
Example, from a Thug's testimony: "We passed through to Kurnaul, where we found a former Thug named Junooa, an old comrade of ours, who had turned religious mendicant and become a disciple and holy. He came to us in the serai and weeping with joy returned to his old trade." Neither wealth nor honors nor dignities could satisfy a reformed Thug for long.
It was a brute, sluggish and stolid, impossible to move just the raw stuff of life, combative, rebellious, and indomitable. And as he contemplated his brother he felt in himself the rising up of a similar brute. He became suddenly aware that his fingers were tensing and crooking like a thug's, and he knew the desire to kill.
At sight of Djalma in his deep sleep, the Thug's bright eyes glittered with increased brilliancy; a nervous contraction, or rather a mute, ferocious laugh, curling the corners of his mouth, drew them up towards the cheekbones, and exposed rows of teeth, filed sharp like the points of a saw, and dyed of a shining black.
But Mac was no more than out of the room when Jim slid off the bed quick as a cat; softly as a cat, on his noiseless stockinged feet he followed Mac down the hall; crafty as a cat, he crept down the creaking stairs, tread for tread, a scant arm's length behind his prey why, God alone knows, unless for a savage joy in longer holding another thug's life in his hands.
A tiger, a panther, a buffalo or a hog rouses your utmost energies for its destruction you even risk your lives in its pursuit. How much higher game is a Thug's!" That must really be the secret of the rise and development of Thuggee. The joy of killing! the joy of seeing killing done these are traits of the human race at large.
The man was muttering rapid fragments of words, and syllables. "Somehow I feel a sense of wrong," Meredith whispered to Gay. "I feel as if I had done the fellow to death myself, as if it were all out of gear. I know, now, how Henry felt over the great Guisard. My God, how tall he looks! That doesn't seem to me like a thug's hand." The surgeon nodded.
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