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Who Has Won to Mastership
SometimeshethoughtofJudgeMiller’sbighouseinthesun-kissedSantaClaraValley,andofthecementswimming-tank,andYsabel,theMexicanhairless,andToots,theJapanesepug; butoftenerherememberedthemanintheredsweater,thedeathofCurly,thegreatfightwithSpitz,andthegoodthingshehadeatenorwouldliketoeat. Hewasnothomesick. TheSunlandwasverydimanddistant,andsuchmemorieshadnopoweroverhim. Farmorepotentwerethememoriesofhishereditythatgavethingshehadneverseenbeforeaseemingfamiliarity; theinstincts(whichwerebutthememoriesofhisancestorsbecomehabits)whichhadlapsedinlaterdays,andstilllater,inhim,quickenedandbecomealiveagain.
Sometimesashecrouchedthere,blinkingdreamilyattheflames,itseemedthattheflameswereofanotherfire,andthatashecrouchedbythisotherfirehesawanotheranddifferentmanfromthehalf-breedcookbeforehim. Thisothermanwasshorteroflegandlongerofarm,withmusclesthatwerestringyandknottyratherthanroundedandswelling. Thehairofthismanwaslongandmatted,andhisheadslantedbackunderitfromtheeyes. Heutteredstrangesounds,andseemedverymuchafraidofthedarkness,intowhichhepeeredcontinually,clutchinginhishand,whichhungmidwaybetweenkneeandfoot,astickwithaheavystonemadefasttotheend. Hewasallbutnaked,araggedandfire-scorchedskinhangingpartwaydownhisback,butonhisbodytherewasmuchhair. Insomeplaces,acrossthechestandshouldersanddowntheoutsideofthearmsandthighs,itwasmattedintoalmostathickfur.
