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| | Two-Fisted Tales -- She Hunts Tigers |
 | | Her fiery emerald eyes, for which she was named, flashed with eager vibrancy, her long jezail musket raised to her shoulder, all her supple body throbbing with an almost orgasmic thirst for the hunt, for the kill. |
 | | She seemed less a human hunter than a tiger stalking its own kind and, in spite of the oval shade cast by their swaying, fringed parasol, Jonathan found himself perspiring unnaturally in his khaki attire and sun pith helmet. |
 | | The begum sat on the floor beside the bed, the long jezail perched on her knee, her flashing eyes staring unwavering at the shadowed archway to the hall. |
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