Instantly light flashed into her face. It was as if all
at once they had broken through the barrier that had separated
them. She repeated his name, slowly, clearly, smiling at him, and
then with both hands at her breast, she said:
"Celie Armin."
He wanted to jump over the stove and shake hands with her, but the
potatoes were sizzling. Celie Armin! He repeated the name as he
stirred the potatoes, and each time he spoke it she nodded. It was
decidedly a French name--but half a minute's experiment with a
few simple sentences of Pierre Breault's language convinced him
that the girl understood no word of it.
Then he said again:
"Celie!"
Almost in the same breath she answered:
"Philip!"
Sounds outside the cabin announced the return of Bram. Following
the snarl and whine of the pack came heavy footsteps, and the
wolf-man entered. Philip did not turn his head toward the door. He
did not look at first to see what effect Bram's return had on
Celie Armin. He went on casually with his work. He even began to
whistle; and then, after a final stir or two at the potatoes, he
pointed to the pail in which the coffee was bubbling, and said:
"Turn the coffee, Celie.
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