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The simple sentence had the effect of the ringing of an alarm going inside the dreamy Ambrose. He drew a careful mask over his face, and leaned farther into the shadow. "So!" said Peter with a glance in the direction of his young partner. "That is news! Who is she?" "Colina Gaviller, the trader's daughter," said Poly. "Is she real white?" asked Peter cautiously.
"There was a fellow from here came by our place," said Ambrose simply. "Poly Goussard. He told us about you " "Talked about me!" cried Colina stormily. "You should have heard what he said," said Ambrose with his venturesome, diffident smile. "He thinks you are the most beautiful woman in the world!" Ambrose's eyes added that he agreed with Poly.
Man, as a matter of fact, is a poly and exceedingly so a polygamous animal. And to his rooster-like amatory instincts it will always be sweet to unfold in such a magnificent nursery garden, A LA Treppel's or Anna Markovna's. Oh, of course, a well-balanced spouse or the happy father of six grown-up daughters will always be clamouring about the horror of prostitution.
"Oh, we'll start something, leave it to us," said Roly Poly. The arrival of the five North Bridgeboro scouts was the occasion of much merriment and banter. These boys from the small village up the river had formed themselves into a patrol but they were two members short of the required number and they had no scoutmaster.
Saying this, he plunged into the thick underbrush and soon disappeared, although they could hear his great body crashing through the bushes until he was far distant. "That was a good way to get rid of the savage beast, Poly," said the Tin Woodman to the Canary; "but I'm surprised that you didn't give our friend Woot a magic breakfast, when you knew he was hungry."
If Colina had been a man this was very like what she might have said -to meet with candor equal to her own in the other sex, however, took all the wind out of her sails. "How dare you!" she murmured, conscious of sounding ridiculous. Ambrose cast down his eyes. "I have not said anything insulting," he said doggedly. "After what Poly said it was natural for me to want to come and see you."
"What kind of a job did they give you at Enterprise?" asked Peter. "I drove a team, me, haulin' logs to the saw-mill," said Poly. "There is plentee work at Fort Enterprise." "The Company's most profitable post," remarked Peter to Ambrose. "They have everything their own way there." The look which accompanied this suggested to Ambrose it would be a good place for Minot & Doane to start a branch.
I almost hear her uttering the words the historian has put into her mouth, and see her arming her husband and sending him forth to battle. Poly. Ah, my dear Lycinus, this lady has passed you but once, like a lightning flash; and your praises, I perceive, are all for those external charms that strike the eye.
A second cigar being forthcoming, he took the time to light it with tenderest care. Meanwhile, Ambrose kicked the bale on which he sat with an impatient heel. "It was the Tuesday after Easter," Poly finally began. "It was when the men went out to visit their traps again after big time at the fort. There was moch frash snow fall, and heavy going for the dogs.
Around and around the big halls, up this flight of stairs and down that, into room after room whose doors stood enticingly open, raced Popover and Poly, while nurses and physicians that chanced their way stared and laughed at the astonishing sight.
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