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 speak but his voice choked in his throat, and for the first time in his life, desire like a flame swept him from head to heel. And mingled with the desire was a nameless shrinking and terror—a shrinking from himself and a terror of Dawn.

He mastered himself and spoke in a thick voice.

"Dawn," he said, "after this I will hunt for this cave, and collect wood for this fire, but I will not live here any more."