THE SON OF TARZAN
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for all that they had done for her; but deep in her little heart surged the savage love of liberty that her years of untrameled freedom in the jungle had made part and parcel of her being. Now, for the first time since she had come to them, Meriem felt like a prisoner in the bungalow of Bwana and My Dear.
Meriem stopped short
Like a caged tigress the girl paced the length of the enclosure. Once she paused near the outer fence,
