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It was two nights after this conversation that I woke out of deep sleep and heard sounds of screaming. The voice was really horrible, breaking the peace and silence with its shrill clamour. In less than ten seconds I was half dressed and out of my tent. IT WAS TWO NIGHTS AFTER THIS CONVERSATION THAT I WOKE OUT OF DEEP SLEEP AND HEARD SOUNDS OF SCREAMING THE VOICE WAS REALLY HORRIBLE BREAKING THE PIECE IN SILENCE WITH ITS SHRILL CLAMOUR IN LESS THAN TEN SECONDS I WAS HALF DRESSED AND OUT OF MY TENT
 of you again as long as I live," she said gratefully. "You have my promise," was all I could find to say. She headed the nose of the canoe for the lagoon lying a quarter of a mile ahead, and paddled swiftly; but a minute or two later she paused again and stared hard at me with the dripping paddle across the thwarts. "You've not heard anything at night yourself, have you?" she asked. "I never hear anything at night," I replied shortly, "from the moment I lie down till the moment I get up." "That dismal howling, for instance," she went on, determined to get it out, "far away at first and then getting closer, and stopping just outside the Camp?" "Certainly not." "Because, sometimes I think I almost dreamed it." "Most likely you did," was my unsympathetic response. "And you don't think father has heard it either, then?" "No. He would have told me if he had." This seemed to relieve her mind a little. "I know mother hasn't," she added, as if speaking to herself, "for she hears nothing—ever. WILL JUST HUMOR ME THIS ONCE I I WILL NEVER ASK ANYTHING FOOLISH OF YOU AGAIN AS LONG AS I LIVE SHE SAID GRATEFULLY YOU HAVE MY PROMISE WAS ALL I COULD FIND TO SAY SHE HEADED THE NOSE OF THE CANOE FOR THE LAGOON LYING A QUARTER OF A MILE AHEAD AND PADDLED SWIFTLY BUT A MINUTE OR TWO LATER SHE PAUSED AGAIN AND STARED HARD AT ME WITH THE DRIPPING PADDLE ACROSS THE THWARTS YOU'VE NOT HEARD ANYTHING AT NIGHT YOURSELF HAVE YOU SHE ASKED I NEVER HEAR ANYTHING AT NIGHT I REPLIED SHORTLY FROM THE MOMENT I LIE DOWN TILL THE MOMENT I GET UP THAT DISMAL HOWLING FOR INSTANCE SHE WENT ON DETERMINED TO GET IT OUT FAR AWAY AT FIRST AND THEN GETTING CLOSER AND STOPPING JUST OUTSIDE THE CAMP CERTAINLY NOT BECAUSE SOMETIMES I THINK I ALMOST DREAMED IT MOST LIKELY YOU DID WAS MY UNSYMPATHETIC RESPONSE AND YOU DON'T THINK FATHER HAS HURT IT EITHER THEN NO HE WOULD HAVE TOLD ME IF HE HAD THIS SEEMED TO RELIEVE HER MIND A LITTLE NO MOTHER HASN'T SHE ADDED AS IF SPEAKING TO HERSELF FOR SHE HEARS NOTHING EVER
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