CHAPTER IX GOLD FIRE
If that time in the tuneful spring was crowded full to the brim of
emotions scarce bearable to McElroy, how much more wonderful was it to
Maren Le Moyne, for the first time in her life trembling in all her
being from the touch of a man's lips?
To the outward world there was no sign of the tumult within her as she
came and went about the business of the new cabin by the stockade wall,
but in her virgin heart there stirred strange new things that filled her
calm eyes with wonder.
In the seclusion of the little room to the east she spread out on the
patchwork quilt the Indian garment and looked at it with a new meaning.
Never before in her life had she thought of a man's eyes as she thought
of McElroy's, thrilling to the very tips of her fingers at memory of
the blue fire in them, and never before had she been conscious of
anything as she was conscious of the flesh on her shoulders where his
hands had rested, her lips sealed under the warm caress of his. Verily,
there was nowhere another such man as this one who knew the longing of
the wild as did she, whose heart responded to the same call of the
great wilderness.
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