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 mother, and all the cleverness, with none of the cowardice, which had distinguished his father. But Dawn did not take very kindly to the life into which she had been born.

As much as people of those times could be, she was a dreamer. She would pull out from a clear track to chase a butterfly, and she preferred wild raspberries to moose-meat, but then she was only a little child, and not very strong. This was a curious fact, considering her parentage.