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"And why?"

"I've never seen animals act like that before What is it you do to

them?"

"Let them know that I am not afraid of them and that I am fond of them"

"I am not afraid of them and am also fond of them Yet they spit at me

whenever I approach"

"Perhaps it is black art" The shadow of a smile crossed her lips

Then the smile stiffened and she breathed deeply For the moment she

had forgot her father, who stood chained to a pillar in a vile cell

She put her hand over her eyes and swayed

"What is it?" he cried in alarot where I a to let Ahalow"

He loved her And he feared her, too She was so unlike any young

woman he had ever met that she confused his established ideas of the

sex The cool blood of her disturbed hin of that natural hysteria of woh to drive insane a dozen ordinary women He loved the fearless

eye of her, the flat back, the deep chest, the spring hich she

measured her strides Here at last was the true normal woman She was

of the breed which produced heroes