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We
had
not
,
however
,
enough
time
to
examine
this
beautiful
cavern
so
thoroughly
as
we
should
have
liked
to
do
,
since
unfortunately
,
Gagool
seemed
to
be
indifferent
as
to
stalactites
,
and
only
anxious
to
get
her
business
over
.
This
annoyed
me
the
more
,
as
I
was
particularly
anxious
to
discover
,
if
possible
,
by
what
system
the
light
was
admitted
into
the
cave
,
and
whether
it
was
by
the
hand
of
man
or
by
that
of
nature
that
this
was
done
;
also
if
the
place
had
been
used
in
any
way
in
ancient
times
,
as
seemed
probable
.
However
,
we
consoled
ourselves
with
the
idea
that
we
would
investigate
it
thoroughly
on
our
way
back
,
and
followed
on
at
the
heels
of
our
uncanny
guide
.
On
she
led
us
,
straight
to
the
top
of
the
vast
and
silent
cave
,
where
we
found
another
doorway
,
not
arched
as
the
first
was
,
but
square
at
the
top
,
something
like
the
doorways
of
Egyptian
temples
.
"
Are
ye
prepared
to
enter
the
Place
of
Death
,
white
men
?
"
asked
Gagool
,
evidently
with
a
view
to
making
us
feel
uncomfortable
.
"
Lead
on
,
Macduff
,
"
said
Good
solemnly
,
trying
to
look
as
though
he
was
not
at
all
alarmed
,
as
indeed
we
all
did
except
Foulata
,
who
caught
Good
by
the
arm
for
protection
.
"
This
is
getting
rather
ghastly
,
"
said
Sir
Henry
,
peeping
into
the
dark
passageway
.
"
Come
on
,
Quatermain
--
seniores
priores
.
We
must
n't
keep
the
old
lady
waiting
!
"
and
he
politely
made
way
for
me
to
lead
the
van
,
for
which
inwardly
I
did
not
bless
him
.
Tap
,
tap
,
went
old
Gagool
's
stick
down
the
passage
,
as
she
trotted
along
,
chuckling
hideously
;
and
still
overcome
by
some
unaccountable
presentiment
of
evil
,
I
hung
back
.
"
Come
,
get
on
,
old
fellow
,
"
said
Good
,
"
or
we
shall
lose
our
fair
guide
.
"
Thus
adjured
,
I
started
down
the
passage
,
and
after
about
twenty
paces
found
myself
in
a
gloomy
apartment
some
forty
feet
long
,
by
thirty
broad
,
and
thirty
high
,
which
in
some
past
age
evidently
had
been
hollowed
,
by
hand-labour
,
out
of
the
mountain
.
This
apartment
was
not
nearly
so
well
lighted
as
the
vast
stalactite
ante-cave
,
and
at
the
first
glance
all
I
could
discern
was
a
massive
stone
table
running
down
its
length
,
with
a
colossal
white
figure
at
its
head
,
and
life-sized
white
figures
all
round
it
.
Next
I
discovered
a
brown
thing
,
seated
on
the
table
in
the
centre
,
and
in
another
moment
my
eyes
grew
accustomed
to
the
light
,
and
I
saw
what
all
these
things
were
,
and
was
tailing
out
of
the
place
as
hard
as
my
legs
could
carry
me
.
I
am
not
a
nervous
man
in
a
general
way
,
and
very
little
troubled
with
superstitions
,
of
which
I
have
lived
to
see
the
folly
;
but
I
am
free
to
own
that
this
sight
quite
upset
me
,
and
had
it
not
been
that
Sir
Henry
caught
me
by
the
collar
and
held
me
,
I
do
honestly
believe
that
in
another
five
minutes
I
should
have
been
outside
the
stalactite
cave
,
and
that
a
promise
of
all
the
diamonds
in
Kimberley
would
not
have
induced
me
to
enter
it
again
.
But
he
held
me
tight
,
so
I
stopped
because
I
could
not
help
myself
.
Next
second
,
however
,
his
eyes
became
accustomed
to
the
light
,
and
he
let
go
of
me
,
and
began
to
mop
the
perspiration
off
his
forehead
.
As
for
Good
,
he
swore
feebly
,
while
Foulata
threw
her
arms
round
his
neck
and
shrieked
.
Only
Gagool
chuckled
loud
and
long
.
