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terrors for him For an hour or more he patrolled the portico, and all

this ti to breathe for fear he

us

Silence A low roar from the inner shrine told her that for the

present she was safe To-morrow she must fly, whither did not matter

Toward four o'clock she fell into a doze and was finally awakened by

the sound of voices raised in anger

Poor sheep! They had discovered the shattered idol It did not oddess was to bring back

prosperity She had broken their favorite idol Daht

The holythe miraculous

appearance of Kathlyn as a work of his o an opportunity to

rehabilitate himself in the eyes of those who had made his holiness a

comfortable existence With a piece of the idol in his hand, he roused

Kathlyn and shook the clay before her face, jabbering violently

Kathlyn understood readily enough She had unwittingly coe