It was such a smile, and yet not one of love, which puts
the strength of ten men in one man's arms; and Philip laughed back
at her, every chord in his body responding in joyous vibration to
the delicate note that had come with it. No matter what events
might find their birth at Fort o' God, Jeanne was innocent of all
knowledge of plot or wrong-doing. Once for all Philip convinced
himself of this.
The thought that came to him, as he looked at Jeanne, found voice
through his lips.
"Do you know," he said, "if I never saw you again I would always
have three pictures of you in my memory. I would never forget how
you looked when I first saw you on the cliff--or as I see you now,
wrapped in your bearskins. Only--I would think of you--as you
smiled."
"And the third picture?" questioned Jeanne, little guessing what
was in his mind. "Would that be at the fire, when I burned the bad
man's neck--or--or when--"
She stopped herself, and pouted her mouth in sudden vexation,
while a flush which Philip could easily see rose in her cheeks.
"When I doctored your foot?" he finished, rather unchivalrously,
chuckling in his delight at her pretty discomfiture. "No, that
wouldn't be the third, Miss Jeanne.
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