 Two minutes and a half; it is barely possible now, but — the sentinel of death moves forward; his cruel eyes, phosphorescent in the gloom, look right into the cleft where the wretched creature is crouching, with almost twenty seconds of life still left,...  In the Strange South Seas - 第 243 頁Beatrice Grimshaw 著 - 1908 - 381 頁完整檢視 - 關於此書
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...but now not a shred of hope. A few more beats of the labouring pulse, a gasp from the tortured limbs, a sudden rush of silvery air bubbles, and the brown limbs collapse out of the cleft like wreaths of seaweed. The shark has his own." Another sinister note in the scale... | |
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...almost twenty seconds of life still left, but now not a shred of hope. A few more beats of the laboring pulse, a gasp from the tortured lungs, a sudden rush...cleft like wreaths of seaweed. The shark has his own. (Beatrice Grimshaw in the "Graphic.") At the end of the day's work, the catch is opened by means of... | |
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