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"Why should I marry?" replied the girl. "My father and mother take care of me. Our lodge is good; the parfleches are never empty; there are plenty of tanned robes and soft furs for winter. Why trouble me, then?",The next day Scarface went on again, stopping now and then to rest and to pick berries, and when night came he was at the bear's lodge.,"My own old pet," says Mrs. Geoffrey, still mysteriously, and with the fondest smile imaginable.,The man kept on and travelled a long distance. At last, after many days, he came to a lodge—a strange lodge, for it was made of stone. Just like any other lodge it looked, only it was made of stone. This was the home of the Raven chief. The man entered.,"I want you to leave Ireland—not next month, or next week, but at once. To-morrow, if possible.","Is that all?" says Violet, in a tone of surprise certainly, but as certainly in one of relief.,He might have invoked Jack Robinson a score of times had he so wished, he might even have gone for a very respectable walk, before his eyes are again gladdened by a sight of Mona. Minutes had given place to minutes many times, when, at length, a figure wrapped in a long cloak and with a light woollen shawl covering her head comes quickly towards him across the rustic bridge, and under the leafless trees to where he is standing.,They threw his bones out of the door, where they fell among many others like them. The ground was strewn with the bones of the persons she had trapped and killed.,"Who has taken my orders about the sheep?" he says, in a loud voice, and in an imperious tone, his eyes growing bright but uncertain. "Tell Grainger to see to it. My father spoke about it again only yesterday. The upper pastures are fresher—greener——","You have met only them, I suppose, as you belong to them.","It is down by the river," the old woman answered. "We pound on it and the buffalo run out.","Geoffrey," she says with a visible effort..