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"You are very kind. The river is greatly swollen," she says, to gain time. Geoffrey, perhaps, will not like her to accept any civility at the hands of this common enemy.,"Why need you go until after Christmas?" she says, in a tone so low that he can barely hear her.,and light breaks through shutter and curtain, and objects pale and ghostly at first soon grow large and intimate.,"How can you describe her, when you have not seen her?",She pauses, catching her breath with a little sob.,"You can hardly mean that?" says Mona, with some surprise.,In the night, when all were sleeping, Napi and the young man arose in their right shapes and ate some of the meat.,After all, she has proved a great success. She has fought her fight, and gained her victory; but the conquered has deep reason to be grateful to her victor.,"I have come," she says, simply, feeling herself growing pale, yet quite self-possessed, and strong in a determination not to offer him her hand.,In the camp was a beautiful girl named Mā-mĭn´—the Wing—whom all the young men wished to marry, but perhaps Red Robe loved her more than all the rest. Her father was a rich old medicine man who never invited any except chiefs and great warriors to feast with him, and Red Robe seldom entered his lodge. He used to dress as well as he could, to braid his hair carefully, to paint his face nicely, and to stand for a long time near the lodge looking entreatingly at her as she came and went about her work, or fleshed a robe under the shelter of some travois over which a hide was spread. Then whenever they met, he thought the look she gave him in passing was friendly—perhaps more than that.,The buffalo were surprised and the magpie was glad, and flew about making a great noise.,"Well," said Kŭt-o-yĭs´, "you may go and breed more bears.".