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As
he
approached
the
window
nearest
the
door
he
saw
that
the
cabin
had
been
divided
into
two
rooms
by
a
rough
partition
of
boughs
and
sailcloth
.
In
the
front
room
were
the
three
men
;
the
two
older
deep
in
argument
,
while
the
younger
,
tilted
back
against
the
wall
on
an
improvised
stool
,
was
deeply
engrossed
in
reading
one
of
Tarzan
's
books
.
Tarzan
was
not
particularly
interested
in
the
men
,
however
,
so
he
sought
the
other
window
.
There
was
the
girl
.
How
beautiful
her
features
!
How
delicate
her
snowy
skin
!
She
was
writing
at
Tarzan
's
own
table
beneath
the
window
.
Upon
a
pile
of
grasses
at
the
far
side
of
the
room
lay
the
Negress
asleep
.
For
an
hour
Tarzan
feasted
his
eyes
upon
her
while
she
wrote
.
How
he
longed
to
speak
to
her
,
but
he
dared
not
attempt
it
,
for
he
was
convinced
that
,
like
the
young
man
,
she
would
not
understand
him
,
and
he
feared
,
too
,
that
he
might
frighten
her
away
.
At
length
she
arose
,
leaving
her
manuscript
upon
the
table
.
She
went
to
the
bed
upon
which
had
been
spread
several
layers
of
soft
grasses
.
These
she
rearranged
.
Then
she
loosened
the
soft
mass
of
golden
hair
which
crowned
her
head
.
Like
a
shimmering
waterfall
turned
to
burnished
metal
by
a
dying
sun
it
fell
about
her
oval
face
;
in
waving
lines
,
below
her
waist
it
tumbled
.
Tarzan
was
spellbound
.
Then
she
extinguished
the
lamp
and
all
within
the
cabin
was
wrapped
in
Cimmerian
darkness
.
Still
Tarzan
watched
.
Creeping
close
beneath
the
window
he
waited
,
listening
,
for
half
an
hour
.
At
last
he
was
rewarded
by
the
sounds
of
the
regular
breathing
within
which
denotes
sleep
.
Cautiously
he
intruded
his
hand
between
the
meshes
of
the
lattice
until
his
whole
arm
was
within
the
cabin
.
Carefully
he
felt
upon
the
desk
