The ExperimentChapter 12
While the Professor was watching the monitor for signs of Emma's obedient return to a life of readjustment and Mr Ferguson and the Count were beginning to go through their respective misfortunes, Emma was curled up in front of her fire. She had kept the snow clear from the mouth of the cave, using a rusty old shovel that had come from one of the, by this time, totally demolished huts. And now she was resting. She had the three kittens clasped to her breasts and was thinking how sad it was...