Tarazan — Shame Of Jane

The jungle held its breath. Not even a panther stirred in the velvet gloom.

Tarzan watched her from the low branch of a muiri tree, his bronze skin streaked with woad and dust. His eyes were not angry. That would have been easier. They were disappointed, and worse—ashamed for her. tarazan shame of jane

And in the silence that followed, the jungle breathed again. The jungle held its breath