I love you. I've never wanted
anything in all my life as I want you. And I must be careful and
not let you know it, mustn't I? If I did you'd think I was some
kind of an animal-brute--like Bram. Wouldn't you?"
Bram's voice came in a sharp rattle of Eskimo outside. Philip
could hear the snarling rebellion of the wolves as they slunk away
from the cabin, and he drew Celie back from the door. Suddenly she
freed her hands, ran to the door and slipped back the wooden bolt
as the wolf-man's hand fumbled at the latch. In a moment she was
back at his side. When Bram entered every muscle in Philip's body
was prepared for action. He was amazed at the wolf-man's
unconcern. He was mumbling and chuckling to himself, as if amused
at what he had seen. Celie's little fingers dug into Philip's arm
and he saw in her eyes a tense, staring look that had not been
there before. It was as if in Bram's face and his queer mumbling
she had recognized something which was not apparent to him.
Suddenly she left him and hurried into her room.
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