"
How different she seemed from a few moments ago when she stood listening
like a nymph for the song of the Spirit of the Wood! Now she was gay,
buoyant, with a chamois-like alertness and a beaming vigour.
"Now I know what 'blind drunk' means," he replied musingly. "In Manitou
when men get drunk, the people get astigmatism and can't see the
tangledfooted stagger."
"It means that the pines of Manitou are straighter than the cedars of
Lebanon," she remarked.
"And the pines of Manitou have needles," he rejoined, meaning to give her
the victory.
"Is my tongue as sharp as that?" she asked, amusement in her eyes.
"So sharp I can feel the point when I can't see it," he retorted.
"I'm glad of that," she replied with an affectation of conceit. "Of
course if you live in Lebanon you need surgery to make you feel a point."
"I give in--you have me," he remarked.
"You give in to Manitou?" she asked provokingly. "Certainly not--only to
you. I said, 'You have me.'"
"Ah, you give in to that which won't hurt you--"
"Wouldn't you hurt me?" he asked in a softening tone.
"You only play with words," she answered with sudden gravity. "Hurt you?
I owe you what I can not pay back. I owe you my life; but as nothing can
be given in exchange for a life, I cannot pay you.
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