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Dejah Thoris had raised herself upon one elbow and was watching the battle

Whale was seized and sold, and his Grace the Duke of Wellington received the money. Thinking that viewed in some particular lights, the case might by a bare possibility in some small degree be deemed, under the circumstances, a rather hard one, an honest clergyman of the town addressed a note to his Grace, begging him to take the case of those unfortunate mariners into full consideration. He could not use his short-sword to advantage because I was too close to him, nor could he draw his pistol, which he attempted to do in direct opposition to Martian custom which says that you may not fight a fellow warrior in private combat with any other than the weapon with which you are attacked.[/vc_column_text][thb_button style=”thb-border-style” animation=”animation bottom-to-top” icon=”” link=”url:http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nytimes.com%2Fsection%2Fwell|title:Visit%20Website|target:%20_blank|rel:nofollow”][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/2″][vc_empty_space height=”65px”][thb_portfolio_attribute style=”style3″][/vc_column_inner][/vc_row_inner][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_full_width=”true” thb_row_padding=”true” thb_column_padding=”true” css=”.vc_custom_1473683314514{margin-bottom: 7vh !important;padding-top: 7vh !important;padding-bottom: 7vh !important;background-color: #a3eaf2 !important;}”][vc_column][vc_empty_space height=”80px”][thb_image retina=”retina_size” animation=”animation fade-in” alignment=”center” image=”92″][vc_empty_space height=”80px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row el_class=”align-center”][vc_column offset=”vc_col-lg-9 vc_col-md-10″][vc_column_text]

Brief

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Springing upward, I struck him full in the face as he turned at my warning cry and then as he drew his short-sword I drew mine.

[/vc_column_text][vc_row_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/2″ animation=”animation left-to-right”][vc_column_text]Whale was seized and sold, and his Grace the Duke of Wellington received themoney. Thinking that viewed in some particular lights, the case might by a bare possibility in some small degree be deemed, under the circumstances, a rather hard one, an honest clergyman of the town addressed a note. He could not use his short-sword to advantage because I was too close to him, nor could he draw his pistol, which he attempted to do in direct opposition to Martian custom which says that you may not fight a fellow warrior in private combat with any other than the weapon with which you are attacked.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/2″ animation=”animation right-to-left”][vc_column_text]He could not use his short-sword to advantage because I was too close to him, nor could he draw his pistol, which he attempted to do in direct opposition to Martian custom which says that you may not fight a fellow warrior in private combat with any other than the weapon with which you are attacked. In fact he could do nothing but make a wild and futile attempt to dislodge me. With all his immense bulk he was little if any stronger than I, and it was but the matter of a moment or two before he sank, bleeding and lifeless, to the floor. Dejah Thoris had raised herself upon one elbow and was watching the battle.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column_inner][/vc_row_inner][vc_empty_space height=”60px”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_full_width=”true” thb_row_padding=”true” thb_column_padding=”true”][vc_column][thb_image full_width=”true” alignment=”center” image=”370″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row el_class=”align-center” css=”.vc_custom_1474318644210{padding-top: 7vh !important;padding-bottom: 5vh !important;}”][vc_column animation=”animation bottom-to-top” offset=”vc_col-lg-9 vc_col-md-10″][vc_column_text]

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These ancient Martians had been a highly cultivated and literary race, but during the vicissitudes of those trying centuries of readjustment to new conditions

But when the Woodman entered the great Throne Room he saw neither the Head nor the Lady, for Oz had taken the shape of a most terrible Beast. It was nearly as big as an elephant, and the green throne seemed hardly strong enough to hold its weight. The Beast had a head like that of a rhinoceros, only there were five eyes in its face. There were five long arms growing out of its body, and it also had five long, slim legs. Thick, woolly hair covered every part of it, and a more dreadful-looking monster could not be imagined. It was fortunate the Tin Woodman had no heart at that moment, for it would have beat loud and fast from terror. But being only tin, the Woodman was not at all afraid, although he was much disappointed.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_full_width=”true” thb_row_padding=”true” thb_column_padding=”true” css=”.vc_custom_1473278838994{padding-top: 10vh !important;padding-bottom: 10vh !important;background-color: #d0d7e2 !important;}” el_class=”align-center”][vc_column][vc_row_inner thb_max_width=”max_width” el_class=”align-center”][vc_column_inner offset=”vc_col-lg-9 vc_col-md-10″][thb_image full_width=”true” animation=”animation bottom-to-top” image=”90″][vc_empty_space height=”50px”][thb_image full_width=”true” animation=”animation bottom-to-top” image=”91″][/vc_column_inner][/vc_row_inner][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_full_width=”true” thb_row_padding=”true” thb_column_padding=”true”][vc_column width=”1/2″][thb_image full_width=”true” animation=”animation bottom-to-top” image=”369″][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][thb_image full_width=”true” animation=”animation bottom-to-top” image=”89″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row thb_full_width=”true” thb_row_padding=”true” thb_column_padding=”true” css=”.vc_custom_1473335634909{background-color: #c9a8cb !important;}”][vc_column][vc_empty_space height=”150px”][vc_row_inner thb_max_width=”max_width”][vc_column_inner width=”1/4″ offset=”vc_col-lg-3″][thb_image animation=”animation bottom-to-top” alignment=”center” image=”93″][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/4″ offset=”vc_col-lg-3″][thb_image animation=”animation bottom-to-top” alignment=”center” image=”94″][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/4″ offset=”vc_col-lg-3″][thb_image animation=”animation bottom-to-top” alignment=”center” image=”95″][/vc_column_inner][vc_column_inner width=”1/4″ offset=”vc_col-lg-3″][thb_image animation=”animation bottom-to-top” alignment=”center” image=”96″][/vc_column_inner][/vc_row_inner][vc_empty_space height=”150px”][/vc_column][/vc_row]

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