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Esmeralda
did
not
bother
to
verify
Mr.
Philander
's
vision
.
His
tone
was
enough
.
She
was
within
the
cabin
and
had
slammed
and
bolted
the
door
before
he
had
finished
pronouncing
her
name
.
The
"
Bless
me
"
was
startled
out
of
Mr.
Philander
by
the
discovery
that
Esmeralda
,
in
the
exuberance
of
her
haste
,
had
fastened
him
upon
the
same
side
of
the
door
as
was
the
close-approaching
lioness
.
He
beat
furiously
upon
the
heavy
portal
.
"
Esmeralda
!
Esmeralda
!
"
he
shrieked
.
"
Let
me
in
.
I
am
being
devoured
by
a
lion
.
"
Esmeralda
thought
that
the
noise
upon
the
door
was
made
by
the
lioness
in
her
attempts
to
pursue
her
,
so
,
after
her
custom
,
she
fainted
.
Mr.
Philander
cast
a
frightened
glance
behind
him
.
Horrors
!
The
thing
was
quite
close
now
.
He
tried
to
scramble
up
the
side
of
the
cabin
,
and
succeeded
in
catching
a
fleeting
hold
upon
the
thatched
roof
.
For
a
moment
he
hung
there
,
clawing
with
his
feet
like
a
cat
on
a
clothesline
,
but
presently
a
piece
of
the
thatch
came
away
,
and
Mr.
Philander
,
preceding
it
,
was
precipitated
upon
his
back
.
At
the
instant
he
fell
a
remarkable
item
of
natural
history
leaped
to
his
mind
.
If
one
feigns
death
lions
and
lionesses
are
supposed
to
ignore
one
,
according
to
Mr.
Philander
's
faulty
memory
.
So
Mr.
Philander
lay
as
he
had
fallen
,
frozen
into
the
horrid
semblance
of
death
.
As
his
arms
and
legs
had
been
extended
stiffly
upward
as
he
came
to
earth
upon
his
back
the
attitude
of
death
was
anything
but
impressive
