"I must have locked it, after all," she reflected with wonder, for
she never locked her door. Then she could scarcely conceal from
herself that there was something out of the usual about it all.
Certainly no one could have entered the room and departed locking
the door on the inside. She could not control the long shiver of
horror that crept over her, but she was still resolute. She
resolved that she would throw the cap out of the window. "I'll see
if I have tricks like that played on me, I don't care who does it,"
said she quite aloud. She was still unable to believe wholly in
the supernatural. The idea of some human agency was still in her
mind, filling her with anger.
She went toward the spot where she had thrown the cap--she had
stepped over it on her way to the door--but it was not there. She
searched the whole room, lighting her lamp, but she could not find
the cap. Finally she gave it up. She extinguished her lamp and
went back to bed. She fell asleep again, to be again awakened in
the same fashion. That time she tore off the cap as before, but
she did not fling it on the floor as before. Instead she held to
it with a fierce grip.
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