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By signs she told him she would go out and open the smoke hole wider, so that the fire might burn more brightly. She was gone for some time, and Lone Feather sat looking into the fire, still thinking of many things, when the air became thick with smoke. He looked up and saw that the smoke hole was closed. He sprang up and went to the door, but the door covering was down. He raised it, and as he put his head out the old woman hit him with a large stone club and he was dead. He moves as though to take up the pistol again; but Mona is beforehand with him, and, closing her fingers round it, holds it firmly. Over the meadows and into the wood goes Mona, to where a streamlet runs, that is her special joy,—being of the garrulous and babbling order, which is, perhaps, the nearest approach to divine music that nature can make. But to-day the stream is swollen, is enlarged beyond all recognition, and, being filled with pride at its own promotion, has forgotten its little loving song, and is rushing onward with a passionate roar to the ocean..
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"It is all your doing. How wretched we should have been had we never seen you!" she says, with tears of gratitude in her eyes. "I wish I could see it!" says Geoffrey, longingly. "Yes." "Oh, poor Nicholas!" says Mona sadly, "and poor little Doatie!".
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