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At last there was nothing left to search but the wolf-man's bunk. At the bottom of this he found what gave him his first real thrill three of the silken snares made from Celie Armin's hair. "We won't touch them," he said after a moment, replacing the bear skin that had covered them. "It's good etiquette up here not to disturb another man's cache and that's Bram's.
Suddenly she freed her hands, ran to the door and slipped back the wooden bolt as the wolf-man's hand fumbled at the latch. In a moment she was back at his side. When Bram entered every muscle in Philip's body was prepared for action. He was amazed at the wolf-man's unconcern. He was mumbling and chuckling to himself, as if amused at what he had seen.
Physical desire had played no part in the wolf-man's possession of her. Celie had made him understand that; and yet in Bram's eyes he had caught a look now and then that was like the dumb worship of a beast. Only once had that look been anything different and that was when Celie had given him a tress of her hair.
The Swede rose slowly from where he was sitting, and speaking casually to Celie, took the wolf-man's gift up in his hands. Philip observed the strange look in his face as he turned his back to Celie in the firelight and opened the bag sufficiently to get a look inside.
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