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She
laughed
as
if
it
were
a
fine
joke
.
“
Maybe
if
I
’
d
be
telling
you
I
killed
a
rattler
curled
upon
that
same
place
you
’
re
standing
,
as
long
as
me
body
and
the
thickness
of
me
arm
,
you
’
d
be
moving
where
I
can
see
your
footing
,
”
he
urged
insistently
.
“
What
a
perfectly
delightful
little
brogue
you
speak
,
”
she
said
.
“
My
father
is
Irish
,
and
half
should
be
enough
to
entitle
me
to
that
much
.
’
Maybe
—
if
I
’
d
—
be
telling
you
,
’
”
she
imitated
,
rounding
and
accenting
each
word
carefully
.
Freckles
was
beginning
to
feel
a
wildness
in
his
head
.
He
had
derided
Wessner
at
that
same
hour
yesterday
.
Now
his
own
eyes
were
filling
with
tears
.
“
If
you
were
understanding
the
danger
!
”
he
continued
desperately
.
“
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
think
there
is
much
!
”
She
tilted
on
the
morass
.
“
If
you
killed
one
snake
here
,
it
’
s
probably
all
there
is
near
;
and
anyway
,
the
Bird
Woman
says
a
rattlesnake
is
a
gentleman
and
always
gives
warning
before
he
strikes
.
I
don
’
t
hear
any
rattling
.
Do
you
?
”
“
Would
you
be
knowing
it
if
you
did
?
”
asked
Freckles
,
almost
impatiently
.
How
the
laugh
of
the
young
thing
rippled
!
