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Chapter 30

           Youare"Iwasonthevergeofsaying,"mywoman,mymate,"butgliblychangeditto"standingthehardshipwell."

           Butherearhadcaughttheflaw.Sherecognizedaflightthatmidmostbroke.Shegavemeaquicklook.

           "Notthat.Youweresaying?"

           "ThattheAmericanMrs.Meynellwaslivingthelifeofasavageandlivingitquitesuccessfully,"Isaideasily.

           "Oh,"wasallshereplied;butIcouldhavesworntherewasanoteofdisappointmentinhervoice.

           But"mywoman,mymate"keptringinginmyheadfortherestofthedayandformanydays.Yetneverdiditringmoreloudlythanthatnight,asIwatchedherdrawbacktheblanketofmossfromthecoals,blowupthefire,andcooktheeveningmeal.Itmusthavebeenlatentsavagerystirringinme,fortheoldwords,soboundupwiththerootsoftherace,togripmeandthrillme.Andgripandthrilltheydid,tillIfellasleep,murmuringthemtomyselfoverandoveragain.

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