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She stood silent, save for a slight moan that broke from her lips, as Pierre lighted a cigarette coolly, and then said to an old Indian woman who sat upon the floor braiding a basket: "Get up, Ikni, and go away." Ikni rose, came over, and peered into the face of the half-breed. Then she muttered: "I know you I know you. The dead has come back again."
Ikni came to him, put her wrinkled face close to his, and said: "She was yours, only yours; but the spirits gave you a devil. Andre, oh, oh, Andre! The father of Andre was her father ah, that makes your sulky eyes to open. Ikni knows how to speak. Ikni nursed them both. If you had waited you should have known.
But you ran away like a wolf from a coal of fire; you shammed death like a fox; you come back like the snake to crawl into the house and strike with poison tooth, when you should be with the worms in the ground. But Ikni knows you shall be struck with poison too, the Spirit of the Red Knife waits for you. Andre was her brother." He pushed her aside savagely: "Be still!" he said. "Get out-quick.
Ikni came to him, put her wrinkled face close to his, and said: "She was yours, only yours; but the spirits gave you a devil. Andre, oh, oh, Andre! The father of Andre was her father ah, that makes your sulky eyes to open. Ikni knows how to speak. Ikni nursed them both. If you had waited you should have known.
You were not man enough to say what made you so much the so wicked and hard, so " "Be thankful, Lucy, that I did not kill you then," he interjected. "But it is a lie," she cried; "a lie!" She went to the door and called the Indian woman. "Ikni," she said. "He dares to say evil of Andre and me. Think of Andre!"
She had said that she would not go to her shop this night; but if not, then where could she have gone and Ikni, too? He felt there was more awry in his life than he cared to put into thought or speech. He picked up the sewing she had dropped and looked at it as one would regard a relic of the dead; he lifted her handkerchief, kissed it, and put it in his breast.
She had said that she would not go to her shop this night; but if not, then where could she have gone and Ikni, too? He felt there was more awry in his life than he cared to put into thought or speech. He picked up the sewing she had dropped and looked at it as one would regard a relic of the dead; he lifted her handkerchief, kissed it, and put it in his breast.
She stood silent, save for a slight moan that broke from her lips, as Pierre lighted a cigarette coolly, and then said to an old Indian woman who sat upon the floor braiding a basket: "Get up, Ikni, and go away." Ikni rose, came over, and peered into the face of the half-breed. Then she muttered: "I know you I know you. The dead has come back again."
But you ran away like a wolf from a coal of fire; you shammed death like a fox; you come back like the snake to crawl into the house and strike with poison tooth, when you should be with the worms in the ground. But Ikni knows you shall be struck with poison too, the Spirit of the Red Knife waits for you. Andre was her brother." He pushed her aside savagely: "Be still!" he said. "Get out-quick.
You were not man enough to say what made you so much the so wicked and hard, so " "Be thankful, Lucy, that I did not kill you then," he interjected. "But it is a lie," she cried; "a lie!" She went to the door and called the Indian woman. "Ikni," she said. "He dares to say evil of Andre and me. Think of Andre!"
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