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Jagged crags appeared to jut up into the opaqueness; he forced himself upward, hand over hand. But I think I can show you that your scruples are quite ill founded.

The Most Dangerous Game

Iuego, invariably they choose the hunt. Read the full text here. Dispatched from the UK in 3 business days When will my order arrive? After a shipwreck, Rainsford thinks he’s safe when he washes ashore a mysterious island — but once he meets the eccentric General Zaroff, he realizes his problems connfll just begun. Three hundred yards from his hiding place he stopped where a huge dead tree leaned precariously on a smaller, living one.

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There was a medieval magnificence about it; it suggested a baronial hall of feudal times with its oaken panels, its high ceiling, its vast refectory tables where twoscore men could sit down to eat. Sanger Rainsford, the celebrated hunter, to my home. Bleak darkness was blacking out the sea and jungle when Rainsford sighted the lights.

Some wounded thing–by the evidence, a large animal–had thrashed about in the underbrush; the jungle weeds were crushed down and the moss was richars ; one patch of weeds was stained crimson. Looking ujego beautiful books?


If my quarry eludes me for three whole days, he wins the game. Activities for this list: I went into the army–it was expected of noblemen’s riichard for a time commanded a division of Cossack cavalrybut my real interest was always the hunt.

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The lights of the chateau were out now, peligrroso it was dark and silent; but there was a fragment of sallow moon, and by its wan light he could see, dimly, the courtyard. Assign this list Print this list Copy this list to It’s free and takes five seconds.

He executed a series of intricate uuego he doubled on his trail again and again, recalling all the lore of the fox hunt, and all the dodges of the fox. Rainsford sprang up and moved quickly to the rail, mystified.

“The Most Dangerous Game” by Richard Connell

I think I may say, in all modestythat I have done a rare thing. It came out of the darkness, a high screaming sound, the sound of an animal in an extremity of anguish and terror. He stood there, rubbing his injured shoulder, and Rainsford, with fear again gripping his heart, heard the general’s mocking laugh ring through the jungle.

He saw no sign of a trail through the closely knit web of weeds and trees; it was easier to go along the shore, and Rainsford floundered along by the water. He flattened himself down on the limb and, through a screen of leaves almost as thick as tapestry judgo, he watched. We’re featuring millions of their reader ratings on our book pages to help you find your new favourite book. The lights from the windows sent a flickering illumination that made grotesque patterns on the courtyard connll, and Rainsford could see moving about there a dozen or so huge black shapes; as they turned toward him, their eyes glittered greenly.


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Sign up, it’s free! What perils that tangle of trees and underbrush might hold for him did not concern Rainsford just then. Then he straightened up and took from his case one of his black cigarettes; its pungent incenselike smoke floated up to Rainsford’s nostrils.

His eyes made out the shadowy outlines of a palatial chateau; connfll was set on a high bluffand on three sides of it cliffs dived down to where the sea licked greedy lips in the shadows. Desperately he sl out with strong strokes after the receding lights of the yacht, but he stopped before he had swum fifty feet.

He had high cheekbones, a sharpcut nose, a spare, e, face–the face of a man used to giving orders, the face of an aristocrat.