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He
jerked
his
thumb
toward
the
heights
.
“
Been
cutting
down
trees
for
Dan
Targatt
.
”
Charity
sank
back
on
her
heels
and
looked
at
him
musingly
.
She
was
not
in
the
least
afraid
of
poor
Liff
Hyatt
,
though
he
“
came
from
the
Mountain
,
”
and
some
of
the
girls
ran
when
they
saw
him
.
Among
the
more
reasonable
he
passed
for
a
harmless
creature
,
a
sort
of
link
between
the
mountain
and
civilized
folk
,
who
occasionally
came
down
and
did
a
little
wood
cutting
for
a
farmer
when
hands
were
short
.
Besides
,
she
knew
the
Mountain
people
would
never
hurt
her
:
Liff
himself
had
told
her
so
once
when
she
was
a
little
girl
,
and
had
met
him
one
day
at
the
edge
of
lawyer
Royall
’
s
pasture
.
“
They
won
’
t
any
of
’
em
touch
you
up
there
,
f
’
ever
you
was
to
come
up
.
.
.
.
But
I
don
’
t
s
’
pose
you
will
,
”
he
had
added
philosophically
,
looking
at
her
new
shoes
,
and
at
the
red
ribbon
that
Mrs
.
Royall
had
tied
in
her
hair
.
Charity
had
,
in
truth
,
never
felt
any
desire
to
visit
her
birthplace
.
She
did
not
care
to
have
it
known
that
she
was
of
the
Mountain
,
and
was
shy
of
being
seen
in
talk
with
Liff
Hyatt
.
But
today
she
was
not
sorry
to
have
him
appear
.
A
great
many
things
had
happened
to
her
since
the
day
when
young
Lucius
Harney
had
entered
the
doors
of
the
Hatchard
Memorial
,
but
none
,
perhaps
,
so
unforeseen
as
the
fact
of
her
suddenly
finding
it
a
convenience
to
be
on
good
terms
with
Liff
Hyatt
.
She
continued
to
look
up
curiously
at
his
freckled
weather
-
beaten
face
,
with
feverish
hollows
below
the
cheekbones
and
the
pale
yellow
eyes
of
a
harmless
animal
.
“
I
wonder
if
he
’
s
related
to
me
?
”
she
thought
,
with
a
shiver
of
disdain
.
“
Is
there
any
folks
living
in
the
brown
house
by
the
swamp
,
up
under
Porcupine
?
”
she
presently
asked
in
an
indifferent
tone
.
Liff
Hyatt
,
for
a
while
,
considered
her
with
surprise
;
then
he
scratched
his
head
and
shifted
his
weight
from
one
tattered
sole
to
the
other
.
“
There
’
s
always
the
same
folks
in
the
brown
house
,
”
he
said
with
his
vague
grin
.
“
They
’
re
from
up
your
way
,
ain
’
t
they
?
”
“
Their
name
’
s
the
same
as
mine
,
”
he
rejoined
uncertainly
.
Charity
still
held
him
with
resolute
eyes
.
“
See
here
,
I
want
to
go
there
some
day
and
take
a
gentleman
with
me
that
’
s
boarding
with
us
.
He
’
s
up
in
these
parts
drawing
pictures
.
”
