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"Can't--can't I do--anything--to
make you more comfortable?" Pemrose
asked.

Then suddenly remembering that it was
he who was making the Thunder Bird's
fortune, as impulsively as the little cedar
tree leaned to the swollen rill, she bent
and kissed the cold sweat of pain from
his forehead.

"That--that's worth coming East for,"
murmured the man, his own eyes growing
wet. "Little niece! don't you want to-follow
-suit? I suppose, a year from now,
your Thunder Bird will fly."

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