" And
she did fear them, very much, for she remembered the gashes across the back
and the terrible rips up the side, of the dead Maltese cat.
She even took a little heart, after a time. A grownup cannot feel terror or
grief as keenly as a child, but neither does terror or grief pass away a
tithe as fast. She seemed at liberty to roam about in the cave as long as
she did not go near the entrance, and now the shadows and the dimness no
longer frightened her. Nothing was terrible except that long, dark body
which lay across the entrance to the cave, and she finally got to her feet
and began to explore. She came first on a quantity of dead grass heaped in
a corner that was where Satan was stalled, no doubt, and it made all the
cave seem almost homelike. She found, too, a number of stones grouped
together with ashes in the hollow circle-that was where the fires were
built, and there to the side lay the pile of dead wood. A little down the
cave and directly in the center of the top, she next saw the natural
aperture where the smoke must escape and last of all she came on the bed.
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