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Before he well knew what he was about he had blurted forth the whole pitiful story that he had killed his cousin in a moment of passion that he must scourge and torture his body to discipline his soul. I I shall not forget his face." "Poor fellow!" said Mic-co. "My poor cousin!" They wheeled suddenly at a choking sound in the doorway.
His hair and beard were snow-white and reached nearly to his waist, his attire buckskin, laced at the seams. But his slender, sensitive hands caught and held attention. "Mic-co," said Keela gravely, "he is very tired in his head. Philip would have him rest." Mic-co held out his hand with a quiet smile.
I needed a friend, some one like her with brains and grit and balance that I could respect some one who would understand. There are but few " "She spoke of your own father?" "No. I do not even know his name. We were pledged not to speak of it. I fancied as I grew older that she was sorry " The subject was obviously painful. "And you've never been honestly contented since?" put in Mic-co quickly.
Proud, unerringly truthful, fastidious in speech and personal habit, truly majestic and generous, such was the shy woodland companion with whom Diane chose willfully to spend her idle hours, finding the girl's unconstrained intervals of silence, her flashes of Indian keenness, her inborn reticence and naïve parade of the wealth of knowledge Mic-co had taught her, a most bewildering book in which there was daily something new to read.
"That you have been very tired in the head," she nodded, her delicate, vivid face quite grave. "So tired that you might not see as you should, so tired that the medicine of white men could not reach it, but only the words of Mic-co, who knows all things. So tired that a moon was not a moon of lovely brightness. It was a thing of evil fire to scorch. Uncah? Mic-co would say warped vision.
"It would give a definite and unselfish direction to your own life, would it not, like those weeks at the farm with Wherry?" "Yes. You trust me, Mic-co?" "Utterly." Carl held out his hand. "One by one," said Mic-co, "fate is slipping into the groove of your life people who are destined to care greatly " "You mean " "It shall be Keela's to decide." "Mic-co, I cannot thank you. You and Philip "
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