To her it was a common incident of everyday life.

Such accidents _will_ happen, if you break taboo and go too near forbidden temples.
But Muriel drew back, and let the pleasant-looking brown girl's hand drop suddenly.

"You can't mean it," she cried.

"You can't mean he's a god! Such a wicked man as that! Oh, his very look's too horrible." Mali drew back in her turn with a somewhat terrified air, and peeped suspiciously around her, as if to make sure whether any one was listening.

"Oh, hush," she said, anxiously.