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I was astounded Where passion led this libertine, nothing barred his way--neither fear nor pity And he had even dared to reckon with this frightful hag, Catrine Montour--this devil's spawn of Frontenac--and her tawny offspring

I had seen the girl, Carolyn, at Guy Park--a splendid young animal, of sixteen then, darkly beautiful, wild as a forest-cat No wonder the beast in him had bristled at view of her; no wonder the fierce passion in her had leaped responsive to his forest courtship By heaven, a proper y hills of Danascara! Yes, but when the es, yellow eyes fixed on the dead line that should bar him from the haunts of ainst hiht, and drive hiain, or slay hiates of that civilization he dared to challenge