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Ruth leaped to her feet; cried out — a golden bugling that might have been Norhala’s own wrathful trumpet notes. Instantly the two pyramids flamed open, became two gleaming stars POLO Espagne that bathed her in violet radiance. Beneath their upper tips I saw the blasting ovals glitter — menacingly.
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“Ruth!” called Ventnor softly.
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Despairing, raging, she screamed once more. The central globe swam to her; it raised her upon its back; glided to the doorway. Upon it she stood poised like some youthful, anguished Victory — a Victory who faced and knew she faced destroying defeat; poised upon that enigmatic orb on bare slender feet, one sweet breast bare, hands upraised, virginally archaic, nothing about her Adam Graves Tröjor of the Ruth we knew.
“Ruth!” cried Drake; despair as great as that upon her face was in his voice. He sprang before the globe that held her; barred its way.
For an instant the Thing paused — and in that instant the human soul of the girl rushed back.
“No!” she cried. “No!”
A weird call issued from the white lips — stumbling, uncertain, as though she who sent it forth herself wondered whence it sprang. Abruptly the angry stars closed. The three globes spun — doubting, puzzled! Again she called — now a tremulous, halting cadence. She was lifted; dropped gently to her feet.
For an instant the globes and pyramids whirled and danced before her — then sped away through the portal.
Ruth swayed, sobbing. Then as though drawn, Urawa Red Diamonds Dresy she ran to the doorway, fled through it. As one we sprang after her. Rods ahead her white body flashed, speeding toward the Pit. Like fleet-footed Atalanta she fled — and far, far behind us was the Maillot Gerrard blue bower, the misty barrier of the veils close, when Drake with a last desperate burst reached her side, gripped her. Down the two fell, rolling upon the smooth roadway. Silently she fought, biting, tearing at Drake, struggling to escape.
“Quick!” gasped Ventnor, stretching out to me an Estudiantes la plata Dresy arm. “Cut off Kurtki Peuterey the sleeve. Martin Jones Tröjor Quick!”
Unquestioningly, I drew my knife, ripped the garment at the shoulder. He snatched the sleeve, knelt at Ruth’s head; rapidly he crumpled an end, thrust it roughly into her mouth; tied it fast, gagging her.
“Hold her!” he ordered Drake; and with a sob of relief sprang up. The girl’s eyes blazed at him, filled with hate.
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