Upon
getting inside I found the room communicated, by a small doorway, with
another apartment, the two occupying the whole space of this sylvan
mansion. I laid down, concentrating every thought upon my Guru as
usual, and soon fell into a profound sleep. Before I went to rest, I
had secured the door of the other room and the single window. It may
have been between ten and eleven, or perhaps a little later, that I
awoke and heard sounds of footsteps in the adjoining room. I could
plainly distinguish two or three people talking together in a dialect
unknown to me. Now, I cannot recall the same without a shudder. At any
moment they might have entered from the other room and murdered me for
my money. Had they mistaken me for a burglar the same fate awaited me.
These and similar thoughts crowded into my brain in an inconceivably
short period. But my heart did not palpitate with fear, nor did I for
one moment think of the possibly tragical chances of the moment. I know
not what secret influence held me fast, but nothing could put me out or
make me fear; I was perfectly calm.
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