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She surveyed his preoccupation for a
moment, glanced forward, and then covered his eyes with her hands.
In almost the same movement she had bent down and nipped the tip of
his ear between her teeth.
"Confound you, Amanda!"
"You'd forgotten my existence, you star-gazing Cheetah. And then,
you see, these things happen to you!"
"I was thinking."
"Well--DON'T. . . . I distrust your thinking. This coast is wilder
and grimmer than yesterday. It's glorious. . . ."
She sat down on the chair he unfolded for her.
"Is there nothing to eat?" she asked abruptly.
"It is too early."

2

"This coast is magnificent," she said presently.
"It's hideous," he answered. "It's as ugly as a heap of slag."
"It's nature at its wildest."
"That's Amanda at her wildest."
"Well, isn't it?"
"No! This land isn't nature. It's waste. Not wilderness. It's
the other end. Those hills were covered with forests; this was a
busy civilized coast just a little thousand years ago. The
Venetians wasted it. They cut down the forests; they filled the
cities with a mixed mud of population, THAT stuff.


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