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"Tell you what?" But Grant did not look up "If I don't know it, I can't tell it" He paused in his lifting and rested his hands upon his knees, the fingers dripping water back into the spring He felt that Phoebe aiting, and he pressed his lips together "Must a man be in love with soers impatiently so that the last drops hurried to the pool

"She's a good girl, and a brave girl," Phoebe remarked irrelevantly

Good Indian felt that she was still waiting, with all the quiet persistence of her sex when on the trail of a roht the hand upon his shoulder, and laid it against his cheek He laughed surrender

"Squaw-talk-far-off heap sravely "Heap bueno" He stood up as suddenly as he had started his rock-lifting a fewPhoebe by the shoulders, shook her with gentle insistence "Put don't ht into another," he protested whiarette, can't you?"