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"You're a good judge, Joan. What are they?" "There's no animal life, and there's no—water." "They go together," I said. "Animals don't bother with a rock like this unless there's a spring on it." YOU'RE A GOOD JUDGE JOAN WHAT WHAT ARE THEY THERE'S NO ANIMAL LIFE AND THERE'S NO WATER THEY GO TOGETHER I SAID ANIMALS DON'T BOTHER WITH A ROCK LIKE THIS UNLESS THERE'S A SPRING ON IT
open the fish were jumping busily, sending musical ripples towards the shore; and in the air hung the magic of dawn—silent, incommunicable. I lit the fire, so that an hour later the clergyman should find good ashes to stir his porridge over, and then set forth upon an examination of the island, but hardly had I gone a dozen yards when I saw a figure standing a little in front of me where the sunlight fell in a pool among the trees. It was Joan. She had already been up an hour, she told me, and had bathed before the last stars had left the sky. I saw at once that the new spirit of this solitary region had entered into her, banishing the fears of the night, for her face was like the face of a happy denizen of the wilderness, and her eyes stainless and shining. Her feet were bare, and drops of dew she had shaken from the branches hung in her loose-flying hair. Obviously she had come into her own. "I've been all over the island," she announced laughingly, "and there are two things wanting. G OF THE SUMMER NIGHT IN THE OPEN THE FISH WERE JUMPING BUSILY SENDING MUSICAL RIPPLES TOWARDS THE SHORE AND IN THE AIR HUNG THE MAGIC OF DAWN SILENT INCOMMUNICABLE I LIT THE FIRE SO THAT AN HOUR LATER THE CLERGYMAN SHOULD FIND GOOD ASHES TO STIR HIS PORRIDGE OVER THEN SET FORTH UPON AN EXAMINATION OF THE ISLAND BUT HARDLY HAD I GONE A DOZEN YARDS WHEN I SAW A FIGURE STANDING A LITTLE IN FRONT OF ME WHERE THE SUNLIGHT FELL IN A POOL AMONG THE TREES IT WAS JOAN SHE HAD ALREADY BEEN UP AN HOUR SHE TOLD ME AND HAD BATHED BEFORE THE LAST STARS HAD LEFT THE SKY I SAW AT ONCE THAT THE NEW SPIRIT OF THIS SOLITARY REGION HAD ENTERED INTO HER BANISHING THE FEARS OF THE NIGHT FOR HER FACE WAS LIKE THE FACE OF A HAPPY DENIZEN OF THE WILDERNESS AND HER EYES STAINLESS AND SHINING HER FEET WERE BARE AND DROPS OF DEW SHE HAD SHAKEN FROM THE BRANCHES HUNG IN HER LOOSE FLYING HAIR OBVIOUSLY SHE HAD COME INTO HER OWN I'VE BEEN ALL OVER THE ISLAND SHE ANNOUNCED LAUGHINGLY AND THERE ARE TWO THINGS WANTING
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