“I am not your property to be shamed,” she whispered, but her voice cracked.
“You are not of the village,” he said, his voice a low rumble that did not rise above the hum of insects. “You are not of the white men’s towns anymore. You are of the tribe. My tribe.” tarazan shame of jane
“Forgive me,” she said, the words foreign and heavy. “I am not your property to be shamed,”
Tarzan did not smile. He took her torn hand and pressed it to his chest, where his heart beat slow and strong as a drum. ” she whispered