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? ? ? ? As he finished, he crouched closely, even jealously, over the stove. For a long while the slush-lamp shadows played tragedies upon the wall.
? ? ? ? 'But Unga!' cried Prince, the vision still strong upon him.
? ? ? ? 'Unga? She would not eat of the ptarmigan. She lay with her arms about his neck, her face deep in his yellow hair. I drew the fire close, that she might not feel the frost, but she crept to the other side. And I built a fire there; yet it was little good, for she would not eat. And in this manner they still lie up there in the snow.'
? ? ? ? 'And you?' asked Malemute Kid.
? ? ? ? 'I do not know; but Akatan is small, and I have little wish to go back and live on the edge of the world. Yet is there small use in life. I can go to Constantine, and he will put irons upon me, and one day they will tie a piece of rope, so, and I will sleep good. Yet- no; I do not know.'
? ? ? ? 'But, Kid,' protested Prince, 'this is murder!'
? ? ? ? 'Hush!' commanded Malemute Kid.
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