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Ethel stared at the speaker, wide-eyed, and the pallor of her face increased. "Married another!" she gasped. Jacques regarded her gravely. "I know nothing except it was told me by Jeanne," he returned "how he talked in the voice of the fever-spirit, that this girl would marry another. In the paper he read it but even so, will he drink no whisky.
And has not Wabishke told in the woods, to the wonder of all, how you drink no whisky, but pour it upon your feet?" The girl spoke softly and rapidly, her face flushing. "Do I not know all your thoughts?" she continued. "I who have sat at your side through the long days of your sickness and listened to the voice of the fever-spirit?
Is it these men that are good in the sight of your woman? And are you, who scorn these things are you bad?" "I, too, drank whisky and for that reason she sent me away." "But, you cannot return to her! She is the wife of another! Over and over again you said it, in the voice of the fever-spirit." "No," replied the man softly. "To her I cannot return.
That night, before the wild fever-spirit entered your body, I looked long into your eyes. And has not Jacques told me of how you killed the loup-garou; of how you are hated by Moncrossen, and feared by Creed? "Do I not know that fire cannot burn you nor water drown? Did you not beat down the greatest of Moncrossen's fighting men?
When the four giants returned at sunset with the poles, they rejoiced to find that Makoma had overcome the fever-spirit, and they feasted on the roast venison till far into the night; but in the morning, when they awoke, Makoma was already warming his hands to the fire, and his face was gloomy.
And even though this woman sent him from her, he loves her, and will marry no other. "Listening, Wa-ha-ta-na-ta heard him tell this to Jeanne; but of this woman the girl knew, for he talked incessantly of her, and cried out that she would marry another in the voice of the fever-spirit, in the time of his great sickness.
It is written and, far away, in the great city of the white men, is a girl a woman of my own people " The girl sprang from his side and faced him with blazing eyes. "A woman of your people!" she almost hissed. "In your sleep you talked of her, while the fever-spirit was upon you. I hate her this Ethel! She does not love you, for she will marry another!
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