She protested
when Bertrand took off his coat and wrapped it round her, but he would
take no refusal. There was a penetrating dampness about the place that he
feared for her.
"If you sleep, you will feel it," he said.
"But I'm not going to sleep," declared Chris. "I never felt more
wide-awake in my life. I often do at bedtime. I hope you are not feeling
sleepy either, for I want to talk all night long."
Bertrand professed himself quite willing to listen. "You were going to
tell me something about this cave," he reminded her.
"Oh, yes." Chris swooped upon the subject eagerly. "Manon, the little
maid-of-all-work, was telling me. She said that no one ever comes here
because it is haunted. That's what made Cinders and me call it the Magic
Cave. She said that it was well known that no one ever came out the same
as they went in even in the daytime, and if any one were to spend the
night here they would be under a spell for the rest of their lives. Just
think of that, Bertie! Do you think we shall be? She didn't tell me what
the spell was. I expect it was something too bad to repeat.
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