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"
Yes
,
your
man
,
Jane
Porter
.
Your
savage
,
primeval
man
come
out
of
the
jungle
to
claim
his
mate
--
the
woman
who
ran
away
from
him
,
"
he
added
almost
fiercely
.
"
I
did
not
run
away
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
I
would
only
consent
to
leave
when
they
had
waited
a
week
for
you
to
return
.
"
They
had
come
to
a
point
beyond
the
fire
now
,
and
he
had
turned
back
to
the
clearing
.
Side
by
side
they
were
walking
toward
the
cottage
.
The
wind
had
changed
once
more
and
the
fire
was
burning
back
upon
itself
--
another
hour
like
that
and
it
would
be
burned
out
.
"
Why
did
you
not
return
?
"
she
asked
.
"
I
was
nursing
D'Arnot
.
He
was
badly
wounded
.
"
"
Ah
,
I
knew
it
!
"
she
exclaimed
.
"
They
said
you
had
gone
to
join
the
blacks
--
that
they
were
your
people
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
But
you
did
not
believe
them
,
Jane
?
"
