To Umballa I was only a means to the end.

If he declared himself king, that would open up the volcano upon which he stands; but as my prince consort, that would leave him fairly secure." "Only a means," mused Bruce inwardly, stealing a glance at her sad yet lovely profile.

Umballa was a man, for all his color; he was human; and to see this girl it was only human to want her.

"Your father was one of the best friends I had.

But, oddly enough, I never saw a photograph of you.