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 brook grass was sweet and soft to lie in, and the brook tinkled clear and cold among the stones.

No Man lay on his belly and drank till he swelled. Presently he rose with dripping face and mouth.

"When I have drank," said She Wolf, "I shall sleep as is my custom. But if you come near me, I will take my club to you."

"Drink," said No Man.

She Wolf placed her club and her spear and her knife carefully to one side, and