1
With his box under his arm, the naturalist left the grotto.
2
A few moments after, the entomologist, his precious tin box strapped to his shoulders, left the grotto.
3
After having once more given expression to their love by tears and fond embraces, they left the grotto.
4
No, those honest negroes had not left the grotto for an instant, while Negoro had wandered over the beach.
5
It could not be any of the negroes, as not one of them had for a moment left the grotto.