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She was lost That netism which ordinarily was hers was at its

nadir She hesitated for a second, then cliely enough, as she did so a calm

fell upon her; all the terrors of her position dropped away froot into the

hiding-place none too soon

She heard the fa cat

Iht came an African lion, as out of place

here as Kathlyn herself; his tail slashed, there was a long black

streak from his mane to his tail where the hair had risen Kathlyn

crouched even lower The lion trotted round the sarcophagus, sniffing

Presently he lifted his head and roared The echoes played battledore

and shuttlecock with the sound The lion roared again, this ti echoes For a fewA

rumble as of distant thunder, and the storm died away

By and by she peered out cautiously She saw the lion crossing the

open space between the tele She saw him pause, bend

his head, then lope away in the direction taken by Rajah

To Kathlyn it see to do with the

body of Kathlyn Hare The soul of another had stepped into this