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"Something touched me and I woke," she said simply, but in a voice still hushed and broken with the terror of it, "something pushing against the tent; I felt it through the canvas. There was the same sniffing and scratching as before, and I felt the tent give a little as when wind shakes it. I heard breathing—very loud, very heavy breathing—and then came a sudden great tearing blow, and the canvas ripped open close to my face." SOMETHING TOUCHED ME AND I WOKE SHE SAID SIMPLY BUT IN A VOICE STILL HUSHED AND BROKEN WITH THE TERROR OF IT SOMETHING PUSHING AGAINST THE TENT I FELT IT THROUGH THE CANVAS THERE WAS THE SAME SNIFFING AND SCRATCHING AS BEFORE AND I FELT THE TENT GIVE A LITTLE AS WHEN THE WIND SHAKES IT I HEARD BREATHING VERY LOUD VERY HEAVY BREATHING AND THEN CAME A SUDDEN GREAT TEARING BLOW AND THE CANVAS RIPPED OPEN CLOSE TO MY FACE
 sounds of suppressed weeping. It was Joan's voice. And just as I came up I saw Mrs. Maloney, marvellously attired, fumbling with a lantern. Other voices became audible in the same moment behind me, and Timothy Maloney arrived, breathless, less than half dressed, and carrying another lantern that had gone out on the way from being banged against a tree. Dawn was just breaking, and a chill wind blew in from the sea. Heavy black clouds drove low overhead. The scene of confusion may be better imagined than described. Questions in frightened voices filled the air against this background of suppressed weeping. Briefly—Joan's silk tent had been torn, and the girl was in a state bordering upon hysterics. Somewhat reassured by our noisy presence, however,—for she was plucky at heart,—she pulled herself together and tried to explain what had happened; and her broken words, told there on the edge of night and morning upon this wild island ridge, were oddly thrilling and distressingly convincing. TTING CLOSE I HEARD SOUNDS OF SUPPRESSED WEEPING IT WAS JOAN'S VOICE AND JUST AS I CAME UP I SAW MISSUS MALONEY MARVELOUSLY ATTIRED FUMBLING WITH A LANTERN OTHER VOICES BECAME AUDIBLE IN THE SAME MOMENT BEHIND ME AND TIMOTHY MALONEY ARRIVED BREATHLESS LESS THAN HALF DRESSED AND CARRYING ANOTHER LANTERN THAT HAD GONE OUT ON THE WAY FROM BEING BANGED AGAINST A TREE DAWN WAS JUST BREAKING AND A CHILL WIND BLEW IN FROM THE SEA HEAVY BLACK CLOUDS DROVE LOW OVERHEAD THE SCENE OF CONFUSION MAY BE BETTER IMAGINED THAN DESCRIBED QUESTIONS AND FRIGHTENED VOICES FILLED THE AIR AGAINST THIS BACKGROUND OF SUPPRESSED WEEPING BRIEFLY JOAN'S SILK TENT HAD BEEN TORN AND THE GIRL WAS IN A STATE OF BORDERING UPON HYSTERICS SOMEWHAT REASSURED BY OUR NOISY PRESENCE HOWEVER FOR SHE WAS PLUCKY AT HEART SHE PULLED HERSELF TOGETHER AND TRIED TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAD HAPPENED AND HER BROKEN WORDS TOLD THERE ON THE EDGE OF NIGHT AND MORNING UPON THIS WILD ISLAND RIDGE WERE ODDLY THRILLING AND DISTRESSINGLY CONVINCING
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