The most dangerous game
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- The falling
- AAAAAH
- A walk on the beach
- Pistol shot
- Searching in the woods
- I need sleep
- Rainsford sprang up and moved quickly to the rail, mystified. He strained his eyes in the direction from which the report had come, but it was like trying to see through a blanket. He leaped upon the rail and balanced himself there, to get greater elevation; his pipe, striking a rope, was knocked from his mouth. He lunged for it; a short, hoarse cry came from his lips as he realized he had reached too far and had lost his balance.
- A threatening welcome
- Don't be alarmed, I'm no robber. I fell off a yacht. My name is Sanger Rainsford of New York City.
- With his remaining strength he dragged himself upward, hand over hand. Gasping, his hands raw, he reached a flat place at the top.
- The general says hello
- I am General Zaroff.
- What perils that tangle of trees and underbrush might hold for him did not concern Rainsford just then. All he knew was that he was safe from the enemy, the sea, and that utter weariness was on him.
- A dinner conversation
- You'll have a cocktail, Mr. Rainsford
- A gigantic creature, solidly made and black bearded to the waist. in his hand the man held a long-barreled revolver, and he was pointing it straight at Rainsford's heart.
- In a cultivated voice marked by a slight accent that gave it added precision and deliberateness, he said, "It is a very great pleasure to and honor to welcome Mr. Sanger Rainsford, the celebrated hunter to my home."
- "You'll have a cocktail, Mr. Rainsford," he suggested. The cocktail was surprisingly good; and, Rainsford noted, the table appointments were of the finest--the linen, the crystal, the silver, the china.
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