It had been very peaceful in the little cave for countless years. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. " Spurlock grew limp in his chair. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation reigned throughout.
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