But there was no doubt about it; it was Nan in the flesh, a little fuller in the figure, something less childish in the face, but with all the fascinating, wild-creature beauty of the child-time promise to dazzle the eye and breed riot in the brain of the boy-man.
Then she spoke, and he saw that it was Nancy Bryerson a Nan sadly and terribly changed, but with much of the wild-creature beauty of face and form still remaining. "You done forgot me, Tom-Jeff?" she asked; and then, at his start of recognition: "I allow I have changed some." "Surely I haven't forgotten you, Nan. But you took me by surprise; and I can't see in the dark any better than most people.
They were too clumsy; they utterly lacked the wild-creature qualities proper to the men of the wilderness, the men who inherited wolf-cunning and panther-stealth from countless generations, who bought bare life itself only at the price of never-ceasing watchfulness, craft, and ferocity. The Regulars Superior to the Militia.
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