? ? ? ? "Yes honey, but what's the matter with you, precious? You acts sort of disgranulated this evening."
? ? ? ? "Oh, Esmeralda, I'm just plain ugly to-night," said the girl. "Don't pay any attention to me--that's a dear."
? ? ? ? "Yes, honey; now you go right to sleep. Your nerves are all on edge. What with all these ripotamuses and man eating geniuses that Mister Philander been telling about--Lord, it ain't no wonder we all get nervous prosecution."
? ? ? ? Jane crossed the little room, laughing, and kissing the faithful woman, bid Esmeralda good night.
? ? ? ? When D'Arnot regained consciousness, he found himself lying upon a bed of soft ferns and grasses beneath a little "A" shaped shelter of boughs.
? ? ? ? At his feet an opening looked out upon a green sward, and at a little distance beyond was the dense wall of jungle and forest.
? ? ? ? He was very lame and sore and weak, and as full consciousness returned he felt the sharp torture of many cruel wounds and the dull aching of every bone and muscle in his body as a result of the hideous beating he had received.
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