NowIwillclamberthroughthewindow，andyoumustfollowmeifyoucan，ifnotIwillreturntoyouandwewillendthismasquerade。’
Thenshepassedthroughtheholeswiftly，forOtomiewasagileandstrongasanocelot，andmountingthestoolImadeshifttofollowheraswellasmyhurtswouldallow。
IntheendIwasabletothrowmyselfuponthesillofthewindow，andthereIwasstretchedoutlikeadeadcattillshedrewmeacrossit，andIfellwithhertothegroundonthefurtherside，andlaygroaning。
Sheliftedmetomyfeet，orrathertomyfoot，forIcouldusebutoneofthem，andwestaredroundus。
Noonewastobeseen，andthesoundofrevelryhaddiedaway，forthecrestofPopowasalreadyredwiththesunlightandthedawngrewinthevalley。