In the intervals of her cooking she would turn on Stella her wild eyes, in which glared visible madness, with an expression of tenderness that amounted to worship.

Then she would stare at the child and gnash her teeth as though with hate.

Clearly she was jealous of it.

Round the entrance arch of the cave peeped and peered the heads of many baboons.
Presently Hendrika made a sign to one of them; apparently she did not speak, or rather grunt, in order not to wake Stella.

The brute hopped forward, and she gave it a second rude wooden pot which was lying by her.