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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"

For an hour she crouched on the floor, listening to the heavy voices of the men rumbling up and down in mimic thunder. Like familiar chords of childhood melodies, every intonation, every trick of her husband's voice swept in upon her, fluttering her heart and weakening her knees till she lay half-fainting against the door. It was well she could neither see nor hear when he took his departure.


? ? ? ? 'When do you expect to go back to Circle City?' Malemute Kid asked simply.


? ? ? ? 'Haven't thought much about it,' he replied. 'Don't think till after the ice breaks.'


? ? ? ? 'And Madeline?'


? ? ? ? He flushed at the question, and there was a quick droop to his eyes. Malemute Kid could have despised him for that, had he known men less. As it was, his gorge rose against the wives and daughters who had come into the land, and not satisfied with usurping the place of the native women, had put unclean thoughts in the heads of the men and made them ashamed.


? ? ? ? 'I guess she's all right,' the Circle City King answered hastily, and in an apologetic manner. 'Tom Dixon's got charge of my interests, you know, and he sees to it that she has everything she wants.'


? ? ? ? Malemute Kid laid hand upon his arm and hushed him suddenly.


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