? ? ? ? Slowly the powerful neck and shoulders spread the bars apart, and the lithe body protruded farther and farther into the room.
? ? ? ? As in a trance, the girl rose, her hand upon her breast, wide eyes staring horror-stricken into the snarling face of the beast scarce ten feet from her. At her feet lay the prostrate form of the Negress. If she could but arouse her, their combined efforts might possibly avail to beat back the fierce and bloodthirsty intruder.
? ? ? ? Jane stooped to grasp the black woman by the shoulder. Roughly she shook her.
? ? ? ? "Esmeralda! Esmeralda!" she cried. "Help me, or we are lost."
? ? ? ? Esmeralda opened her eyes. The first object they encountered was the dripping fangs of the hungry lioness.
? ? ? ? With a horrified scream the poor woman rose to her hands and knees, and in this position scurried across the room, shrieking: "O Gaberelle! O Gaberelle!" at the top of her lungs.
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