In a moment, however, it was broken as effectively as any silence
can be broken.
A man's voice sounded within the building.
Immediately it was replied to, more faintly, by several others. Then
came the clatter of some sort of utensils, and sundry other noises
which spoke loudly of humans. Rolla froze in her tracks, and her
teeth began to chatter.
Next moment she got a grip on herself. "What difference doth it
make, whether they be friend or enemy?" she argued severely, for the
benefit of her shaking nerves. "They will give thee food, anyhow.
And perchance they know where liveth the magic stone!"
In the end Rolla's high purpose prevailed over her weak knees, and
she began to look for the entrance to the place. It was partly in
ruins-that is, the upper stories-but the two lower floors seemed, so
far as their interior could be seen through the high, unglazed
windows, to be in good condition. There were no doors on that
street.
Going around the corner, however, Rolla saw a high archway at the
far corner of the structure.
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