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She
started
out
of
her
muse
,
and
gave
a
little
cry
of
fear
.
A
man
was
there
.
It
was
the
keeper
.
He
stood
in
the
path
like
Balaam
’
s
ass
,
barring
her
way
.
’
How
’
s
this
?
’
he
said
in
surprise
.
’
How
did
you
come
?
’
she
panted
.
’
How
did
you
?
Have
you
been
to
the
hut
?
’
’
No
!
No
!
I
went
to
Marehay
.
’
He
looked
at
her
curiously
,
searchingly
,
and
she
hung
her
head
a
little
guiltily
.
’
And
were
you
going
to
the
hut
now
?
’
he
asked
rather
sternly
.
’
No
!
I
mustn
’
t
.
I
stayed
at
Marehay
.
No
one
knows
where
I
am
.
I
’
m
late
.
I
’
ve
got
to
run
.
’
’
Giving
me
the
slip
,
like
?
’
he
said
,
with
a
faint
ironic
smile
.
’
No
!
No
.
Not
that
.
Only
-
-
’
