A nod was exchanged. Here and there, a rectangular
patch, darker than the rest, showed that some had been removed. She turned on the lad with her, who was
visibly relieved. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no
movement, nothing about him that warmed. She
was not altogether surprised when she found a deer,
gutted of its entrails and strung with a garland of flowers,
on the cave’s doorstep one humid summer morning. “It’s glorious good!”
“Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond
—do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more
below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our
arms about each other. Frequently she
would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her.
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