第5章
"Ido，Ido！"hecried；"butoh，Ihavenowife！Ihavenowife！"
TantSanniewasmuchaffected，andcameandstoodnearthebed。
"Askhimifhewon’thavealittlepap——nice，fine，flourpap。Thereissomeboilingonthekitchenfire。"
TheGermanmadetheproposal，butthewidowerwavedhishand。
"No，nothingshallpassmylips。Ishouldbesuffocated。No，no！Speaknotoffoodtome！"
"Pap，andalittlebrandyin，"saidTantSanniecoaxingly。
Bonapartecaughttheword。
"Perhaps，perhaps——ifIstruggledwithmyself——forthesakeofmydutiesI
mightimbibeafewdrops，"hesaid，lookingwithquiveringlipupintotheGerman’sface。"Imustdomyduty，mustInot？"
TantSanniegavetheorder，andthegirlwentforthepap。
"Iknowhowitwaswhenmyfirsthusbanddied。Theycoulddonothingwithme，"theBoer—womansaid，"tillIhadeatenasheep’strotter，andhoney，andalittleroaster—cake。Iknow。"
Bonapartesatuponthebedwithhislegsstretchedoutinfrontofhim，andahandoneachknee，blubberingsoftly。
"Oh，shewasawoman！Youareverykindtotryandcomfortme，butshewasmywife。ForawomanthatismywifeIcouldlive；forthewomanthatismywifeIcoulddie！ForawomanthatismywifeIcould——Ah！thatsweetword"wife"；whenwillitrestuponmylipsagain？"
Whenhisfeelingshadsubsidedalittleheraisedthecornersofhisturned—downmouth，andspoketotheGermanwithflabbylips。
"Doyouthinksheunderstandsme？Oh，tellhereveryword，thatshemayknowIthankher。"
Atthatinstantthegirlreappearedwithabasinofsteaminggruelandablackbottle。
TantSanniepouredsomeofitscontentsintothebasin，stirreditwell，andcametothebed。
"Oh，Ican’t，Ican’t！Ishalldie！Ishalldie！"saidBonaparte，puttinghishandstohisside。
"Come，justalittle，"saidTantSanniecoaxingly；"justadrop。"
"It’stoothick，it’stoothick。Ishouldchoke。"
TantSannieaddedfromthecontentsofthebottleandheldoutaspoonful；
Bonaparteopenedhismouthlikealittlebirdwaitingforaworm，andhelditopen，asshedippedagainandagainintothepap。
"Ah，thiswilldoyourheartgood，"saidTantSannie，inwhosemindtherelativefunctionsofheartandstomachwereexceedinglyill—defined。
Whenthebasinwasemptiedtheviolenceofhisgriefwasmuchassuaged；helookedatTantSanniewithgentletears。
"Tellhim，"saidtheBoer—woman，"thatIhopehewillsleepwell，andthattheLordwillcomforthim，astheLordonlycan。"
"Blessyou，dearfriend，Godblessyou，"saidBonaparte。
WhenthedoorwassafelyshutontheGerman，theHottentot，andtheDutchwoman，hegotoffthebedandwashedawaythesoaphehadrubbedonhiseyelids。
"Bon，"hesaid，slappinghisleg，"you’rethecutestladIevercameacross。Ifyoudon’tturnouttheoldHymns—and—prayers，andpummeltheRaggedcoat，andgetyourarmsroundthefatone’swaistandawedding—ringonherfinger，thenyouarenotBonaparte。ButyouareBonaparte。Bon，you’reafineboy！"
Makingwhichpleasingreflection，hepulledoffhistrousersandgotintobedcheerfully。
Chapter1。VII。HeSetsHisTrap。
"MayIcomein？IhopeIdonotdisturbyou，mydearfriend，"saidBonaparte，lateoneevening，puttinghisnoseinatthecabindoor，wheretheGermanandhissonsatfinishingtheirsupper。
ItwasnowtwomonthssincehehadbeeninstalledasschoolmasterinTantSannie’shousehold，andhehadgrownmightyandmoremightydaybyday。Hevisitedthecabinnomore，satclosetoTantSanniedrinkingcoffeealltheevening，andwalkedaboutloftilywithhishandsunderthecoat—tailsoftheGerman’sblackclothandfailedtoseeevenaniggerwhowishedhimadeferentialgoodmorning。ItwasthereforewithnosmallsurprisethattheGermanperceivedBonaparte’srednoseatthedoor。
"Walkin，walkin，"hesaidjoyfully。"Boy，boy，seeifthereisanycoffeeleft。Well，none。Makeafire。Wehavedonesupper，but——"
"Mydearfriend，"saidBonaparte，takingoffhishat，"Icamenottosup，notformerecreaturecomforts，butforanhourofbrotherlyintercoursewithakindredspirit。Thepressofbusinessandtheweightofthought，buttheyalone，maysometimespreventmefromsharingthesecretsofmybosomwithhimforwhomIhavesogreatasympathy。YouperhapswonderwhenIshallreturnthetwopounds——"
"Oh，no，no！Makeafire，makeafire，boy。Wewillhaveapotofhotcoffeepresently，"saidtheGerman，rubbinghishandsandlookingabout，notknowinghowbesttoshowhispleasureattheunexpectedvisit。
ForthreeweekstheGerman’sdiffident"Goodevening"hadmetwithastatelybow；thechinofBonaparteliftingitselfhigherdaily；andhisshadowhadnotdarkenedthecabindoorwaysincehecametoborrowthetwopounds。TheGermanwalkedtotheheadofthebedandtookdownabluebagthathungthere。BluebagswereaspecialityoftheGerman’s。Hekeptabovefiftystowedawayindifferentcornersofhisroom——somefilledwithcuriousstones，somewithseedsthathadbeeninhispossessionfifteenyears，somewithrustynails，buckles，andbitsofoldharness——inall，awonderfulassortment，buthighlyprized。
"Wehavesomethingherenotsobad，"saidtheGerman，smilingknowingly，ashedivedhishandintothebagandtookoutahandfulofalmondsandraisins；"Ibuytheseformychickens。Theyincreaseinsize，buttheystillthinktheoldmanmusthavesomethingniceforthem。Andtheoldman——well，abigboymayhaveasweettoothsometimes，mayhenot？Ha，ha！"saidtheGerman，chucklingathisownjoke，asheheapedtheplatewithalmonds。"Hereisastone——twostonestocrackthem——nolatepatentimprovement——well，Adam’snut—cracker；ha，ha！ButIthinkweshalldo。
Wewillnotleavethemuncracked。Wewillconsumeafewwithoutfashionableimprovements。"
HeretheGermansatdownononesideofthetable，Bonaparteontheother；
eachonewithacoupleofflatstonesbeforehim，andtheplatebetweenthem。
"Donotbeafraid，"saidtheGerman，"donotbeafraid。Idonotforgettheboyatthefire；Icrackforhim。Thebagisfull。Why，thisisstrange，"hesaidsuddenly，crackinguponalargenut；"threekernels！I
havenotobservedthatbefore。Thismustberetained。Thisisvaluable。"
Hewrappedthenutgravelyinpaper，andputitcarefullyinhiswaistcoatpocket。"Valuable，veryvaluable！"hesaid，shakinghishead。
"Ah，myfriend，"saidBonaparte，"whatjoyitistobeoncemoreinyoursociety。"
TheGerman’seyesglistened，andBonaparteseizedhishandandsqueezeditwarmly。Theythenproceededtocrackandeat。AfterawhileBonapartesaid，stuffingahandfulofraisinsintohismouth：
"Iwassodeeplygrieved，mydearfriend，thatyouandTantSanniehadsomeslightunpleasantnessthisevening。"
"Oh，no，no，"saidtheGerman；"itisallrightnow。Afewsheepmissing；
butImakeitgoodmyself。Igivemytwelvesheep，andworkintheothereight。"
"Itisratherhardthatyoushouldhavetomakegoodthelostsheep，saidBonaparte；"itisnofaultofyours。"
"Well，"saidtheGerman，"thisisthecase。LasteveningIcountthesheepatthekraal——twentyaremissing。Iasktheherd；hetellsmetheyarewiththeotherflock；hetellsmesodistinctly；howcanIthinkhelies？
ThisafternoonIcounttheotherflock。Thesheeparenotthere。Icomebackhere：theherdisgone；thesheeparegone。ButIcannot——no，Iwillnot——believehestolethem，"saidtheGerman，growingsuddenlyexcited。
"Someoneelse，butnothe。Iknowthatboy。Iknewhimthreeyears。Heisagoodboy。Ihaveseenhimdeeplyaffectedonaccountofhissoul。
Andshewouldsendthepoliceafterhim！IsayIwouldrathermakethelossgoodmyself。Iwillnothaveit；hehasfledinfear。Iknowhisheart。Itwas，"saidtheGerman，withalittlegentlehesitation，"undermywordsthathefirstfelthisneedofaSaviour。"
Bonapartecrackedsomemorealmonds，thensaid，yawning，andmoreasthoughheaskedforthesakeofhavingsomethingtoconverseaboutthanfromanyinteresthefeltinthesubject：
"Andwhathasbecomeoftheherd’swife？"
TheGermanwasalightagaininamoment。
"Yes；hiswife。Shehasachildsixdaysold，andTantSanniewouldturnheroutintothefieldsthisnight。That，"saidtheGermanrising，"thatiswhatIcallcruelty——diabolicalcruelty。Mysoulabhorsthatdeed。ThemanthatcoulddosuchathingIcouldrunhimthroughwithaknife！"saidtheGerman，hisgreyeyesflashing，andhisbushyblackbeardaddingtothemurderousfuryofhisaspect。Thensuddenlysubsiding，hesaid，"Butallisnowwell；TantSanniegivesherwordthatthemaidshallremainforsomedays。IgotoOomMuller’stomorrowtolearnifthesheepmaynotbethere。Iftheyarenot，thenIreturn。Theyaregone，thatisall。I
makeitgood。"
"TantSannieisasingularwoman，"saidBonaparte，takingthetobaccobagtheGermanpassedtohim。
"Singular！Yes，"saidtheGerman；"butherheartisonherrightside。I
havelivedlongyearswithher，andImaysay，Ihaveforheranaffection，whichshereturns。Imaysay，"addedtheGermanwithwarmth，"Imaysay，thatthereisnotonesoulonthisfarmforwhomIhavenotanaffection。"
"Ah，myfriend，"saidBonaparte，"whenthegraceofGodisinourhearts，isitnotwithusall？Dowenotlovetheverywormwetreadupon，andaswetreaduponit？Doweknowdistinctionsofrace，orofsex，orofcolour？No！
"’Lovesoamazing，sodivine，Itfillsmysoul，mylife，myall。’"
Afteratimehesankintoalessferventmood，andremarked：
"ThecolouredfemalewhowaitsuponTantSannieappearstobeofavirtuousdisposition，anindividualwho——"
"Virtuous！"saidtheGerman；"Ihaveconfidenceinher。Thereisthatinherwhichispure，thatwhichisnoble。Therichandhighthatwalkthisearthwithloftyeyelidsmightexchangewithher。"
TheGermanheregotuptobringacoalforBonaparte’spipe，andtheysattogethertalkingforawhile。AtlengthBonaparteknockedtheashesoutofhispipe。
"ItistimethatItookmydeparture，dearfriend，"hesaid；"but，beforeI
doso，shallwenotclosethiseveningofsweetcommunionandbrotherlyintercoursebyafewwordsofprayer？Oh，howgoodandhowpleasantathingitisforbrethrentodwelltogetherinunity！ItislikethedewuponthemountainsofHermon；fortheretheLordbestowedablessing，evenlifeforevermore。"
"Stayanddrinksomecoffee，"saidtheGerman。
"No，thankyou，myfriend；Ihavebusinessthatmustbedonetonight，"saidBonaparte。"Yourdearsonappearstohavegonetosleep。Heisgoingtotakethewagontothemilltomorrow！Whatalittlemanheis。"
"Afineboy。"
Butthoughtheboynoddedbeforethefirehewasnotasleep；andtheyallkneltdowntopray。
WhentheyrosefromtheirkneesBonaparteextendedhishandtoWaldo，andpattedhimonthehead。
"Goodnight，mylad，"saidhe。"Asyougotothemilltomorrow，weshallnotseeyouforsomedays。Goodnight！Good—bye！TheLordblessandguideyou；andmayHebringyoubacktousinsafetyandfindusallasyouhaveleftus！"Helaidsomeemphasisonthelastwords。"Andyou，mydearfriend，"headded，turningwithredoubledwarmthtotheGerman，"long，longshallIlookbacktothiseveningasatimeofrefreshingfromthepresenceoftheLord，asanhourofblessedintercoursewithabrotherinJesus。
Maysuchoftenreturn。TheLordblessyou！"headded，withyetdeeperfervour，"richly，richly。"
Thenheopenedthedoorandvanishedoutintothedarkness。
"He，he，he！"laughedBonaparte，ashestumbledoverthestones。"Ifthereisn’ttherarestlotoffoolsonthisfarmthateverGodAlmightystucklegsto。He，he，he！Whenthewormscomeoutthentheblackbirdsfeed。
Ha，ha，ha！"Thenhedrewhimselfup；evenwhenalonehelikedtoposewithacertaindignity；itwassecondnaturetohim。
Helookedinatthekitchendoor。TheHottentotmaidwhoactedasinterpreterbetweenTantSannieandhimselfwasgone，andTantSannieherselfwasinbed。
"Nevermind，Bon，myboy，"hesaid，ashewalkedroundtohisownroom，"tomorrowwilldo。He，he，he！"
Chapter1。VIII。HeCatchestheOldBird。
Atfouro’clockthenextafternoontheGermanrodeacrosstheplain，returningfromhissearchforthelostsheep。Herodeslowly，forhehadbeeninthesaddlesincesunriseandwassomewhatweary，andtheheatoftheafternoonmadehishorsesleepyasitpickeditswayslowlyalongthesandyroad。Everynowandthenagreatredspiderwouldstartoutofthekarooononesideofthepathandrunacrosstotheother，butnothingelsebrokethestillmonotony。Presently，behindoneofthehighestofthemilk—bushesthatdottedtheroadside，theGermancaughtsightofaKafferwoman，seatedthereevidentlyforsuchshadowasthemilk—bushmightaffordfromtheslopingraysofthesun。
TheGermanturnedthehorse’sheadoutoftheroad。Itwasnothiswaytopassalivingcreaturewithoutawordofgreeting。Comingnearer，hefounditwasnootherthanthewifeoftheabscondingKafferherd。Shehadababytiedonherbackbyadirtystripofredblanket；anotherstriphardlylargerwastwistedroundherwaist，fortherestherblackbodywasnaked。
Shewasasullen，ill—lookingwomanwithlipshideouslyprotruding。
TheGermanquestionedherastohowshecamethere。ShemutteredinbrokenDutchthatshehadbeenturnedaway。Hadshedoneevil？Sheshookherheadsullenly。Hadshehadfoodgivenher？Shegruntedanegative，andfannedthefliesfromherbaby。Tellingthewomantoremainwhereshewas，heturnedhishorse’sheadtotheroadandrodeoffatafuriouspace。
"Hard—hearted！cruel！Oh，myGod！Isthistheway？Isthischarity？"
"Yes，yes，yes，"ejaculatedtheoldmanasherodeon；but，presently，hisangerbegantoevaporate，hishorse’spaceslackened，andbythetimehehadreachedhisowndoorhewasnoddingandsmiling。
Dismountingquickly，hewenttothegreatchestwherehisprovisionswerekept。Herehegotoutalittlemeal，alittlemealies，afewroaster—
cakes。Thesehetiedupinthreebluehandkerchiefs，andputtingthemintoasailclothbag，hestrungthemoverhisshoulders。Thenhelookedcircumspectlyoutatthedoor。Itwasverybadtobediscoveredintheactofgiving；itmadehimreduptotherootsofhisoldgrizzledhair。Noonewasabout，however，soherodeoffagain。Besidethemilk—bushsattheKafferwomanstill——likeHagar，hethought，thrustoutbyhermistressinthewildernesstodie。Tellinghertoloosenthehandkerchieffromherhead，hepouredintoitthecontentsofhisbag。Thewomantieditupinsullensilence。
"Youmusttryandgettothenextfarm，"saidtheGerman。
Thewomanshookherhead；shewouldsleepinthefield。
TheGermanreflected。Kafferwomenwereaccustomedtosleepintheopenair；butthen，thechildwassmall，andaftersohotadaythenightmightbechilly。Thatshewouldcreepbacktothehutsatthehomesteadwhenthedarknessfavouredher，theGerman’ssagacitydidnotmakeevidenttohim。
Hetookofftheoldbrownsalt—and—peppercoat，andhelditouttoher。
Thewomanreceiveditinsilence，andlaiditacrossherknee。"Withthattheywillsleepwarmly；notsobad。Ha，ha！"saidtheGerman。Andherodehome，noddinghisheadinamannerthatwouldhavemadeanyothermandizzy。
"Iwishhewouldnotcomebacktonight，"saidEm，herfacewetwithtears。
"Itwillbejustthesameifhecomesbacktomorrow，"saidLyndall。
ThetwogirlssatonthestepofthecabinweepingfortheGerman’sreturn。
Lyndallshadedhereyeswithherhandfromthesunsetlight。
"Therehecomes，"shesaid，"whistling’AchJerusalemduschone’soloudI
canhearhimfromhere。"
"Perhapshehasfoundthesheep。"
"Foundthem！"saidLyndall。"Hewouldwhistlejustsoifheknewhehadtodietonight。"
"Youlookatthesunset，eh，chickens？"theGermansaid，ashecameupatasmartcanter。"Ah，yes，thatisbeautiful！"headded，ashedismounted，pausingforamomentwithhishandonthesaddletolookattheeveningsky，wherethesunshotuplongflamingstreaks，betweenwhichandtheeyethinyellowcloudsfloated。"Ei！youweep？"saidtheGerman，asthegirlsranuptohim。
BeforetheyhadtimetoreplythevoiceofTantSanniewasheard。
"Youchild，ofthechild，ofthechildofaKaffer’sdog，comehere！"
TheGermanlookedup。HethoughttheDutchwoman，comeouttocoolherselfintheyard，calledtosomemisbehavingservant。Theoldmanlookedroundtoseewhoitmightbe。
"YouoldvagabondofaprayingGerman，areyoudeaf？"
TantSanniestoodbeforethestepsofthekitchen；uponthemsattheleanHottentot，uponthehigheststoodBonaparteBlenkins，bothhandsfoldedunderthetailsofhiscoat，andhiseyesfixedonthesunsetsky。
TheGermandroppedthesaddleontheground。
"Bish，bish，bish！whatmaythisbe？"hesaid，andwalkedtowardthehouse。
"Verystrange！"
Thegirlsfollowedhim：Emstillweeping；Lyndallwithherfaceratherwhiteandhereyeswideopen。
"AndIhavetheheartofadevil，didyousay？Youcouldrunmethroughwithaknife，couldyou？"criedtheDutchwoman。"IcouldnotdrivetheKaffermaidawaybecauseIwasafraidofyou，wasI？Oh，youmiserablerag！Ilovedyou，didI？Iwouldhavelikedtomarryyou，wouldI？wouldI？WOULDI？"criedtheBoer—woman；"youcat’stail，youdog’spaw！Benearmyhousetomorrowmorningwhenthesunrises，"shegasped，"myKafferswilldragyouthroughthesand。Theywoulddoitgladly，anyofthem，forabitoftobacco，forallyourprayingswiththem。"
"Iambewildered，Iambewildered，saidtheGerman，standingbeforeherandraisinghishandtohisforehead；"I——Idonotunderstand。"
"Askhim，askhim？"criedTantSannie，pointingtoBonaparte；"heknows。
Youthoughthecouldnotmakemeunderstand，buthedid，hedid，youoldfool！IknowenoughEnglishforthat。Youbehere，"shoutedtheDutchwoman，"whenthemorningstarrises，andIwillletmyKafferstakeyououtanddragyou，tillthereisnotoneboneleftinyouroldbodythatisnotbrokenasfineasbobootie—meat，youoldbeggar！Allyourragsarenotworththat——theyshouldbethrownoutontotheash—heap，"criedtheBoer—woman；"butIwillhavethemformysheep。Notonerottenhoofofyouroldmaredoyoutakewithyou；Iwillhaveher——all，allformysheepthatyouhavelost，yougodlessthing！"
TheBoer—womanwipedthemoisturefromhermouthwiththepalmofherhand。
TheGermanturnedtoBonaparte，whostillstoodonthestepabsorbedinthebeautyofthesunset。
"Donotaddressme；donotapproachme，lostman，"saidBonaparte，notmovinghiseyenorloweringhischin。"Thereisacrimefromwhichallnaturerevolts；thereisacrimewhosenameisloathsometothehumanear——
thatcrimeisyours；thatcrimeisingratitude。Thiswomanhasbeenyourbenefactress；onherfarmyouhavelived；afterhersheepyouhavelooked；
intoherhouseyouhavebeenallowedtoenterandholdDivineservice——anhonourofwhichyouwereneverworthy；andhowhaveyourewardedher？——
basely，basely，basely！"
"Butitisallfalse，liesandfalsehoods。Imust，Iwillspeak，"saidtheGerman，suddenlylookingroundbewildered。"DoIdream？Areyoumad？
Whatmayitbe？"
"Go，dog，"criedtheDutchwoman；"Iwouldhavebeenarichwomanthisdayifithadnotbeenforyourlaziness。PrayingwiththeKaffersbehindthekraalwalls。Go，youKaffer’sdog！"
"Butwhatthenisthematter？WhatmayhavehappenedsinceIleft？"saidtheGerman，turningtotheHottentotwoman，whosatuponthestep。
Shewashisfriend；shewouldtellhimkindlythetruth。Thewomanansweredbyaloud，ringinglaugh。
"Giveithim，oldmissis！Giveithim！"
Itwassonicetoseethewhitemanwhohadbeenmasterhunteddown。Thecolouredwomanlaughed，andthrewadozenmealiegrainsintohermouthtochew。
Allangerandexcitementfadedfromtheoldman’sface。Heturnedslowlyawayandwalkeddownthelittlepathtohiscabin，withhisshouldersbent；
itwasalldarkbeforehim。Hestumbledoverthethresholdofhisownwell—knowndoor。
Em，sobbingbitterly，wouldhavefollowedhim；buttheBoer—womanpreventedherbyafloodofspeechwhichconvulsedtheHottentot，solowwereitsimages。
"Come，Em，"saidLyndall，liftinghersmallproudhead，"letusgoin。Wewillnotstaytohearsuchlanguage。"
ShelookedintotheBoer—woman’seyes。TantSannieunderstoodthemeaningofthelookifnotthewords。Shewaddledafterthem，andcaughtEmbythearm。ShehadstruckLyndallonceyearsbefore，andhadneverdoneitagain，soshetookEm。
"Soyouwilldefyme，too，willyou，youEnglishman’sugliness！"shecried，andwithonehandsheforcedthechilddown，andheldherheadtightlyagainstherknee；withtheothershebeatherfirstupononecheek，andthenupontheother。
ForoneinstantLyndalllookedon，thenshelaidhersmallfingersontheBoer—woman’sarm。WiththeexertionofhalfitsstrengthTantSanniemighthaveflungthegirlbackuponthestones。Itwasnotthepoweroftheslightfingers，tightlythoughtheyclinchedherbroadwrist——sotightlythatatbedtimethemarkswerestillthere；buttheBoer—womanlookedintothecleareyesandatthequiveringwhitelips，andwithahalf—surprisedcurserelaxedherhold。ThegirldrewEm’sarmthroughherown。
"Move！"shesaidtoBonaparte，whostoodinthedoor，andhe，Bonapartetheinvincible，inthehourofhistriumph，movedtogiveherplace。
TheHottentotceasedtolaugh，andanuncomfortablesilencefellonallthethreeinthedoorway。
Onceintheirroom，Emsatdownonthefloorandwailedbitterly。Lyndalllayonthebedwithherarmdrawnacrosshereyes，verywhiteandstill。
"Hoo，hoo！"criedEm；"andtheywon’tlethimtakethegreymare；andWaldohasgonetothemill。Hoo，hoo，andperhapstheywon’tletusgoandsaygood—byetohim。Hoo，hoo，hoo！"
"Iwishyouwouldbequiet，"saidLyndallwithoutmoving。"DoesitgiveyousuchfelicitytoletBonaparteknowheishurtingyou？Wewillasknoone。Itwillbesuppertimesoon。Listen——andwhenyouheartheclinkoftheknivesandforkswewillgooutandseehim。
Emsuppressedhersobsandlistenedintently，kneelingatthedoor。
Suddenlysomeonecametothewindowandputtheshutterup。
"Whowasthat？"saidLyndall，starting。
"Thegirl，Isuppose，"saidEm。Howearlysheisthisevening！"
ButLyndallsprangfromthebedandseizedthehandleofthedoor，shakingitfiercely。Thedoorwaslockedontheoutside。Shegroundherteeth。
"Whatisthematter？"askedEm。
Theroomwasinperfectdarknessnow。