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"
It
seems
as
though
I
have
lived
this
life
always
.
The
world
of
books
and
bookish
folk
is
very
vague
,
more
like
a
dream
memory
than
an
actuality
.
I
surely
have
hunted
and
forayed
and
fought
all
the
days
of
my
life
.
And
you
,
too
,
seem
a
part
of
it
You
are
--
"
I
was
on
the
verge
of
saying
,
"
my
woman
,
my
mate
,
"
but
glibly
changed
it
to
--
"
standing
the
hardship
well
.
"
But
her
ear
had
caught
the
flaw
.
She
recognized
a
flight
that
midmost
broke
.
She
gave
me
a
quick
look
.
"
Not
that
.
You
were
saying
--
?
"
"
That
the
American
Mrs.
Meynell
was
living
the
life
of
a
savage
and
living
it
quite
successfully
,
"
I
said
easily
.
"
Oh
,
"
was
all
she
replied
;
but
I
could
have
sworn
there
was
a
note
of
disappointment
in
her
voice
.
But
"
my
woman
,
my
mate
"
kept
ringing
in
my
head
for
the
rest
of
the
day
and
for
many
days
.
Yet
never
did
it
ring
more
loudly
than
that
night
,
as
I
watched
her
draw
back
the
blanket
of
moss
from
the
coals
,
blow
up
the
fire
,
and
cook
the
evening
meal
.
It
must
have
been
latent
savagery
stirring
in
me
,
for
the
old
words
,
so
bound
up
with
the
roots
of
the
race
,
to
grip
me
and
thrill
me
.
And
grip
and
thrill
they
did
,
till
I
fell
asleep
,
murmuring
them
to
myself
over
and
over
again
.
"
It
will
smell
,
"
I
said
,
"
but
it
will
keep
in
the
heat
and
keep
out
the
rain
and
snow
.
"
We
were
surveying
the
completed
seal-skin
roof
.
"
It
is
clumsy
,
but
it
will
serve
the
purpose
,
and
that
is
the
main
thing
,
"
I
went
on
,
yearning
for
her
praise
.
