She had braided her hair and had coiled the
shining strands on the crown of her head, and the coloring in her
face was like that of a rare painting. In these astounding moments
he knew that such color and such hair did not go with any race
that had ever bred in the northland. From her face, even as her
lips spoke, he looked at Bram. The wolf-man was transfigured. His
strange eyes were shining, his heavy face was filled with a dog-
like joy, and his thick lips moved as if he was repeating to
himself what the girl was saying.
Was it possible that he understood her? Was the strange language
in which she was speaking common between them! At first Philip
thought that it must be so--and all the horrors of the situation
that he had built up for himself fell about him in confusing
disorder. The girl, as she stood there now, seemed glad that Bram
had returned; and with a heart choking him with its suspense he
waited for Bram to speak, and act.
When the girl ceased speaking the wolf-man's response came in a
guttural cry that was like a paean of triumph.
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