Zambo’s fire, the one point of light in the wide world below. And yet I felt happier, for it was good to think that the world should know what we had done.
Finally, I closed the door of the refuge, lit three separate fires, and having eaten a hearty supper[77] fell asleep. In the early morning, just as day was breaking, a hand was laid on my arm, and with all my nerves strained and my hand fe
The Lost World / Затерянный мир
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Артур Конан Дойл
