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He heard a cautious scratching and another piece dropped and broke on the floor. Now he knew a living agency was at work. Job growled. Ambrose clutched his muzzle. Suddenly a whisper stole through the dark in his amazement Ambrose could not have told from what quarter. "Angleysman! Angleysman!" Awe of the supernatural shook Ambrose's breast. He had come straight from deep slumber.
He had finished his hole in the flooring and was commencing to dig in the earth, when a soft scratching on the wall gave notice of Nesis's presence outside. "Angleysman, you there?" she whispered through the chink. "Here!" said Ambrose. "The boat is ready," she said. "I got grub and blanket and gun." "Ah, fine!" whispered Ambrose. "You almost out?" she asked. He explained his situation.
A fine perspiration broke out upon him. It was a woman's whisper, with a tender lift and fall in the sound. Job struggled to release his head. Ambrose sternly bade him be quiet. The dog desisted, but crouched trembling. The whisper was repeated; "Angleysman!" A man must answer his summons. "What do you want?" asked Ambrose softly. "Come here." "Where are you?" "Here at the corner.
Ambrose could think of nothing better to do than let her weep herself out. He sat down on a boulder. She came creeping to him at last, utterly humbled. "Angleysman, tak' me wit' you," she murmured, clasping her hands before him. Her breath was still caught with sobs. "I not expec' you marry me. I not bot'er you wit' much talk lak' a wife. I jus' be your little servant.
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