tinghereyesandliftinghercheektohis。"Tellmeonething，"Fredwhispered。"Yousaidthatnightontheboat，whenIfirsttoldyou，thatifyoucouldyouwouldcrushitallupinyourhandsandthrowitintothesea。Wouldyou，allthoseweeks？"
　　Sheshookherhead。
　　"Answerme，wouldyou？"
　　"No，Iwasangrythen。I’mnotnow。I’dnevergivethemup。Don’tmakemepaytoomuch。"Inthatembracetheylivedoveragainalltheothers。WhenTheadrewawayfromhim，shedroppedherfaceinherhands。"Youaregoodtome，"shebreathed，"youare！"
　　Risingtohisfeet，heputhishandsunderherelbowsandliftedhergently。Hedrewhertowardthedoorwithhim。
　　"Getallyoucan。Begenerouswithyourself。Don’tstopshortofsplendidthings。IwantthemforyoumorethanI
　　wantanythingelse，morethanIwantonesplendidthingformyself。Ican’thelpfeelingthatyou’llgain，somehow，bymylosingsomuch。Thatyou’llgaintheverythingI
　　lose。Takecareofher，asHarsanyisaid。She’swonder—
　　ful！"Hekissedherandwentoutofthedoorwithoutlook—
　　ingback，justasifhewerecomingagainto—morrow。
　　Theawentquicklyintoherbedroom。Shebroughtoutanarmfulofmuslinthings，kneltdown，andbegantolaytheminthetrays。Suddenlyshestopped，droppedfor—
　　wardandleanedagainsttheopentrunk，herheadonherarms。Thetearsfelldownonthedarkoldcarpet。Itcameoverherhowmanypeoplemusthavesaidgood—byeandbeenunhappyinthatroom。Otherpeople，beforehertime，hadhiredthisroomtocryin。Strangeroomsandstrangestreetsandfaces，howsickathearttheymadeone！
　　Whywasshegoingsofar，whenwhatshewantedwassomefamiliarplacetohidein？——therockhouse，herlittleroominMoonstone，herownbed。Oh，howgooditwouldbetoliedowninthatlittlebed，tocutthenervethatkeptonestruggling，thatpulledoneonandon，tosink
　　intopeacethere，withallthefamilysafeandhappydown—
　　stairs。Afterall，shewasaMoonstonegirl，oneofthepreacher’schildren。EverythingelsewasinFred’simagi—
　　nation。Whywasshecalledupontotakesuchchances？
　　Anysafe，humdrumworkthatdidnotcompromiseherwouldbebetter。Butifshefailednow，shewouldlosehersoul。Therewasnowheretofall，afteronetookthatstep，exceptintoabyssesofwretchedness。Sheknewwhatabysses，forshecouldstillheartheoldmanplayinginthesnowstorm，""Thatmelodywasreleasedinherlikeapassionoflonging。Everynerveinherbodythrilledtoit。Itbroughthertoherfeet，car—
　　riedhersomehowtobedandintotroubledsleep。
　　ThatnightshetaughtinMoonstoneagain：shebeatherpupilsinhideousrages，shekeptonbeatingthem。Shesangatfunerals，andstruggledatthepianowithHarsanyi。
　　Inonedreamshewaslookingintoahand—glassandthink—
　　ingthatshewasgettingbetter—looking，whentheglassbegantogrowsmallerandsmallerandherownreflectiontoshrink，untilsherealizedthatshewaslookingintoRayKennedy’seyes，seeingherfaceinthatlookofhiswhichshecouldneverforget。AllatoncetheeyeswereFredOttenburg’s，andnotRay’s。Allnightsheheardtheshriek—
　　ingoftrains，whistlinginandoutofMoonstone，assheusedtoheartheminhersleepwhentheyblewshrillinthewinterair。Butto—nighttheywereterrifying，——thespec—
　　tral，fatedtrainsthat"racedwithdeath，"aboutwhichtheoldwomanfromthedepotusedtopray。
　　InthemorningshewakenedbreathlessafterastrugglewithMrs。LiveryJohnson’sdaughter。Shestartedupwithabound，threwtheblanketsbackandsatontheedgeofthebed，hernight—dressopen，herlongbraidshangingoverherbosom，blinkingatthedaylight。Afterall，itwasnottoolate。Shewasonlytwentyyearsold，andtheboatsailedatnoon。Therewasstilltime！
　　EndofPartV
　　PARTVI
　　KRONBORG
　　I
　　Itisagloriouswinterday。Denver，standingonherhighplateauunderathrillinggreen—bluesky，ismaskedinsnowandglitteringwithsunlight。TheCapitolbuildingisactuallyinarmor，andthrowsofftheshaftsofthesununtilthebeholderisdazzledandtheoutlinesofthebuildingarelostinablazeofreflectedlight。Thestoneterraceisawhitefieldoverwhichfieryreflectionsdance，andthetreesandbushesarefaithfullyrepeatedinsnow——oneveryblacktwigasoft，blurredlineofwhite。Fromtheterraceonelooksdirectlyovertowherethemountainsbreakintheirsharp，familiarlinesagainstthesky。Snowfillsthegorges，hangsinscarfsonthegreatslopes，andonthepeaksthefierysunshineisgatheredupasbyaburning—glass。
　　HowardArchieisstandingatthewindowofhisprivateroomintheofficesoftheSanFelipeMiningCompany，onthesixthflooroftheRatonBuilding，lookingoffatthemountaingloriesofhisStatewhilehegivesdictationtohissecretary。Heistenyearsolderthanwhenwesawhimlast，andemphaticallytenyearsmoreprosperous。Adecadeofcomingintothingshasnotsomuchagedhimasithasforti—
　　fied，smoothed，andassuredhim。Hissandyhairandimperialconcealwhatevergraytheyharbor。Hehasnotgrownheavier，butmoreflexible，andhismassiveshoulderscarryfiftyyearsandthecontrolofhisgreatmininginter—
　　estsmorelightlythantheycarriedfortyyearsandacoun—
　　trypractice。Inshort，heisoneofthefriendstowhomwefeelgratefulforhavinggotonintheworld，forhelpingto
　　keepupthegeneraltemperatureandourownconfidenceinlife。Heisanacquaintancethatonewouldhurrytoover—
　　takeandgreetamongahundred。Inhiswarmhandshakeandgeneroussmilethereisthestimulatingcordialityofgoodfellowscomeintogoodfortuneandeagertopassiton；
　　somethingthatmakesonethinkbetterofthelotteryoflifeandresolvetotryagain。
　　WhenArchiehadfinishedhismorningmail，heturnedawayfromthewindowandfacedhissecretary。"Didany—
　　thingcomeupyesterdayafternoonwhileIwasaway，T。B。？"
　　ThomasBurkturnedovertheleafofhiscalendar。
　　"GovernorAldensentdowntosaythathewantedtoseeyoubeforehesendshislettertotheBoardofPardons。
　　AskedifyoucouldgoovertotheStateHousethismorn—
　　ing。"
　　Archieshruggedhisshoulders。"I’llthinkaboutit。"
　　Theyoungmangrinned。
　　"Anythingelse？"hischiefcontinued。
　　T。B。swungroundinhischairwithalookofinterestonhisshrewd，clean—shavenface。"OldJasperFlightwasin，Dr。Archie。Ineverexpectedtoseehimaliveagain。Seemshe’stuckedawayforthewinterwithasisterwho’sahousekeeperattheOxford。He’sallcrippledupwithrheumatism，butasfierceafteritasever。Wantstoknowifyouorthecompanywon’tgrub—stakehimagain。Sayshe’ssureofitthistime；hadlocatedsomethingwhenthesnowshutdownonhiminDecember。Hewantstocrawloutatthefirstbreakintheweather，withthatsameoldburrowiththesplitear。Hegotsomebodytowinterthebeastforhim。He’ssuperstitiousaboutthatburro，too；
　　thinksit’sdivinelyguided。Yououghttohearthelineoftalkheputuphereyesterday；saidwhenherodeinhiscarriage，thatburrowasa—goingtoridealongwithhim。"
　　Archielaughed。"Didheleaveyouhisaddress？"
　　"Hedidn’tneglectanything，"repliedtheclerkcynically。
　　"Well，sendhimalineandtellhimtocomeinagain。I
　　liketohearhim。OfallthecrazyprospectorsI’veeverknown，he’sthemostinteresting，becausehe’sreallycrazy。
　　It’sareligiousconvictionwithhim，andwithmostof’emit’sagamblingfeverorpurevagrancy。ButJasperFlightbelievesthattheAlmightykeepsthesecretofthesilverdepositsinthesehills，andgivesitawaytothedeserving。
　　He’sadownrightnoblefigure。OfcourseI’llstakehim！
　　Aslongashecancrawloutinthespring。Heandthatburroareasighttogether。ThebeastisnearlyaswhiteasJasper；mustbetwentyyearsold。"
　　"Ifyoustakehimthistime，youwon’thavetoagain，"
　　saidT。B。knowingly。"He’llcroakupthere，markmyword。Sayshenevertiestheburroatnightnow，forfearhemightbecalledsudden，andthebeastwouldstarve。Iguessthatanimalcouldeatalariatrope，allright，andenjoyit。"
　　"Iguessifweknewthethingsthosetwohaveeaten，andhaven’teaten，intheirtime，T。B。，itwouldmakeusvege—
　　tarians。"Thedoctorsatdownandlookedthoughtful。
　　"That’sthewayfortheoldmantogo。Itwouldbeprettyhardluckifhehadtodieinahospital。Iwishhecouldturnupsomethingbeforehecashesin。Buthiskindseldomdo；they’rebewitched。Still，therewasStratton。I’vebeenmeetingJasperFlight，andhissidemeatandtinpans，upinthemountainsforyears，andI’dmisshim。Ialwayshalfwaybelievethefairytaleshespinsme。OldJasperFlight，"Archiemurmured，asifhelikedthenameorthepictureitcalledup。
　　AclerkcameinfromtheouterofficeandhandedArchieacard。Hesprangupandexclaimed，"Mr。Ottenburg？
　　Bringhimin。"
　　FredOttenburgentered，cladinalong，fur—linedcoat，holdingachecked—clothhatinhishand，hischeeksandeyesbrightwiththeoutdoorcold。ThetwomenmetbeforeArchie’sdeskandtheirhandclaspwaslongerthanfriend—
　　shippromptsexceptinregionswherethebloodwarmsand
　　quickenstomeetthedrycold。Underthegeneralkeying—
　　upofthealtitude，mannerstakeonaheartiness，avivacity，thatisoneexpressionofthehalf—unconsciousexcitementwhichColoradopeoplemisswhentheydropintolowerstrataofair。Theheart，wearetold，wearsoutearlyinthathighatmosphere，butwhileitpumpsitsendsoutnosluggishstream。Ourtwofriendsstoodgrippingeachotherbythehandandsmiling。
　　"Whendidyougetin，Fred？Andwhathaveyoucomefor？"Archiegavehimaquizzicalglance。
　　"I’vecometofindoutwhatyouthinkyou’redoingouthere，"theyoungermandeclaredemphatically。"Iwanttogetnext，Ido。Whencanyouseeme？"
　　"Anythingonto—night？Thensupposeyoudinewithme。WherecanIpickyouupatfive—thirty？"
　　"Bixby’soffice，generalfreightagentoftheBurlington。"
　　Ottenburgbegantobuttonhisovercoatanddrewonhisgloves。"I’vegottohaveoneshotatyoubeforeIgo，Archie。Didn’tItellyouPinkyAldenwasacheapsquirt？"
　　Alden’sbackerlaughedandshookhishead。"Oh，he’sworsethanthat，Fred。Itisn’tpolitetomentionwhatheis，outsideoftheArabianNights。Iguessedyou’dcometorubitintome。"
　　Ottenburgpaused，hishandonthedoorknob，hishighcolorchallengingthedoctor’scalm。"I’mdisgustedwithyou，Archie，fortrainingwithsuchapup。Amanofyourexperience！"
　　"Well，he’sbeenanexperience，"Archiemuttered。"I’mnotcoyaboutadmittingit，amI？"
　　Ottenburgflungopenthedoor。"Smallcredittoyou。
　　Eventhewomenareoutforcapitalandcorruption，Ihear。
　　YourGovernor’sdonemorefortheUnitedBreweriesinsixmonthsthanI’vebeenabletodoinsixyears。He’sthelily—liveredsortwe’relookingfor。Good—morning。"
　　Thatafternoonatfiveo’clockDr。ArchieemergedfromtheStateHouseafterhistalkwithGovernorAlden，and
　　crossedtheterraceunderasaffronsky。Thesnow，beatenhard，wasblueinthedusk；adayofblindingsunlighthadnotevenstartedathaw。Thelightsofthecitytwinkledpalebelowhiminthequiveringvioletair，andthedomeoftheStateHousebehindhimwasstillredwiththelightfromthewest。Beforehegotintohiscar，thedoctorpausedtolookabouthimatthesceneofwhichhenevertired。
　　ArchielivedinhisownhouseonColfaxAvenue，wherehehadroomygroundsandarosegardenandaconserva—
　　tory。HishousekeepingwasdonebythreeJapaneseboys，devotedandresourceful，whowereabletomanageArchie’sdinnerparties，toseethathekepthisengagements，andtomakevisitorswhostayedatthehousesocomfortablethattheywerealwaysloathtogoaway。
　　Archiehadneverknownwhatcomfortwasuntilhebecameawidower，thoughwithcharacteristicdelicacy，ordishonesty，heinsisteduponaccreditinghispeaceofmindtotheSanFelipe，toTime，toanythingbuthisreleasefromMrs。Archie。
　　Mrs。ArchiediedjustbeforeherhusbandleftMoonstoneandcametoDenvertolive，sixyearsago。Thepoorwo—
　　man’sfightagainstdustwasherundoingatlast。Onesummerdaywhenshewasrubbingtheparlorupholsterywithgasoline，——thedoctorhadoftenforbiddenhertouseitonanyaccount，sothatwasoneofthepleasuressheseizeduponinhisabsence，——anexplosionoccurred。No—
　　bodyeverknewexactlyhowithappened，forMrs。Archiewasdeadwhentheneighborsrushedintosaveherfromtheburninghouse。Shemusthaveinhaledtheburninggasanddiedinstantly。
　　Moonstoneseverityrelentedtowardhersomewhatafterherdeath。ButevenwhileheroldcroniesatMrs。Smiley’smillinerystoresaidthatitwasaterriblething，theyaddedthatnothingbutapowerfulexplosiveCOULDhavekilledMrs。Archie，andthatitwasonlyrightthedoctorshouldhaveachance。
　　Archie’spastwasliterallydestroyedwhenhiswifedied。
　　Thehouseburnedtotheground，andallthosematerialreminderswhichhavesuchpoweroverpeopledisappearedinanhour。HismininginterestsnowtookhimtoDenversooftenthatitseemedbettertomakehisheadquartersthere。HegaveuphispracticeandleftMoonstoneforgood。Sixmonthsafterward，whileDr。ArchiewaslivingattheBrownPalaceHotel，theSanFelipeminebegantogiveupthatsilverhoardwhicholdCaptainHarrishadalwaysaccuseditofconcealing，andSanFelipeheadedthelistofminingquotationsineverydailypaper，EastandWest。InafewyearsDr。Archiewasaveryrichman。
　　Hisminewassuchanimportantiteminthemineralout—
　　putoftheState，andArchiehadahandinsomanyofthenewindustriesofColoradoandNewMexico，thathispoli—
　　ticalinfluencewasconsiderable。Hehadthrownitall，twoyearsago，tothenewreformparty，andhadbroughtabouttheelectionofagovernorofwhoseconducthewasnowheartilyashamed。HisfriendsbelievedthatArchiehimselfhadambitiouspoliticalplans。
　　II
　　WHENOttenburgandhishostreachedthehouseonColfaxAvenue，theywentdirectlytothelibrary，alongdoubleroomonthesecondfloorwhichArchiehadarrangedexactlytohisowntaste。Itwasfullofbooksandmountedspecimensofwildgame，withabigwriting—tableateitherend，stiff，old—fashionedengravings，heavyhang—
　　ingsanddeepupholstery。
　　WhenoneoftheJapaneseboysbroughtthecocktails，Fredturnedfromthefinespecimenofpeccorayhehadbeenexaminingandsaid，"Amanisanowltoliveinsuchaplacealone，Archie。Whydon’tyoumarry？Asforme，justbecauseIcan’tmarry，Ifindtheworldfullofcharm—
　　ing，unattachedwomen，anyoneofwhomIcouldfitupahouseforwithalacrity。"
　　"You’remoreknowingthanI。"Archiespokepolitely。
　　"I’mnotverywideawakeaboutwomen。I’dbelikelytopickoutoneoftheuncomfortableones——andthereareafewofthem，youknow。"Hedrankhiscocktailandrubbedhishandstogetherinafriendlyway。"Myfriendsherehavecharmingwives，andtheydon’tgivemeachancetogetlonely。Theyareverykindtome，andIhaveagreatmanypleasantfriendships。"
　　Fredputdownhisglass。"Yes，I’vealwaysnoticedthatwomenhaveconfidenceinyou。Youhavethedoctor’swayofgettingnext。Andyouenjoythatkindofthing？"
　　"Thefriendshipofattractivewomen？Oh，dear，yes！
　　Idependuponitagreatdeal。"
　　Thebutlerannounceddinner，andthetwomenwentdownstairstothedining—room。Dr。Archie’sdinnerswerealwaysgoodandwellserved，andhiswineswereexcellent。
　　"IsawtheFuelandIronpeopleto—day，"Ottenburgsaid，
　　lookingupfromhissoup。"Theirheartisintherightplace。
　　Ican’tseewhyinthemischiefyouevergotmixedupwiththatreformgang，Archie。You’vegotnothingtoreformouthere。ThesituationhasalwaysbeenassimpleastwoandtwoinColorado；mostlyamatterofafriendlyunder—
　　standing。"
　　"Well，"——Archiespoketolerantly，——"someoftheyoungfellowsseemedtohavered—hotconvictions，andI
　　thoughtitwasbettertoletthemtrytheirideasout。"
　　Ottenburgshruggedhisshoulders。"Afewdullyoungmenwhohaven’tabilityenoughtoplaytheoldgametheoldway，sotheywanttoputonanewgamewhichdoesn’ttakesomuchbrainsandgivesawaymoreadvertisingthat’swhatyouranti—saloonleagueandvicecommissionamountsto。Theyprovidenotorietyforthefellowswhocan’tdistinguishthemselvesatrunningabusinessorprac—
　　ticinglawordevelopinganindustry。Hereyouhaveamediocrelawyerwithnobrainsandnopractice，tryingtogetalook—inonsomething。Hecomesupwiththenovelpropositionthattheprostitutehasahardtimeofit，putshispictureinthepaper，andthefirstthingyouknow，he’sacelebrity。Hegetstherake—offandshe’sjustwhereshewasbefore。Howcouldyoufallforamouse—traplikePinkAlden，Archie？"
　　Dr。Archielaughedashebegantocarve。"Pinkseemstogetunderyourskin。He’snotworthtalkingabout。
　　He’sgonehislimit。Peoplewon’treadabouthisblame—
　　lesslifeanymore。Iknewthoseinterviewshegaveoutwouldcookhim。Theywerealastresort。Icouldhavestoppedhim，butbythattimeI’dcometotheconclusionthatI’dletthereformersdown。I’mnotagainstageneralshaking—up，butthetroublewithPinky’scrowdistheynevergetbeyondageneralwriting—up。Wegavethemachancetodosomething，andtheyjustkeptonwritingabouteachotherandwhattemptationstheyhadover—
　　come。"
　　WhileArchieandhisfriendwerebusywithColoradopolitics，theimpeccableJapaneseattendedswiftlyandintelligentlytohisduties，andthedinner，asOttenburgatlastremarked，wasworthyofmoreprofitableconversation。
　　"Soitis，"thedoctoradmitted。"Well，we’llgoup—
　　stairsforourcoffeeandcutthisout。Bringupsomecognacandarak，Tai，"headdedasherosefromthetable。
　　Theystoppedtoexamineamoose’sheadonthestair—
　　way，andwhentheyreachedthelibrarythepinelogsinthefireplacehadbeenlighted，andthecoffeewasbubblingbeforethehearth。Taiplacedtwochairsbeforethefireandbroughtatrayofcigarettes。
　　"Bringthecigarsinmylowerdeskdrawer，boy，"thedoctordirected。"Toomuchlightinhere，isn’tthere，Fred？Lightthelampthereonmydesk，Tai。"HeturnedofftheelectricglareandsettledhimselfdeepintothechairoppositeOttenburg’s。
　　"Togobacktoourconversation，doctor，"Fredbeganwhilehewaitedforthefirststeamtoblowoffhiscoffee；
　　"whydon’tyoumakeupyourmindtogotoWashington？
　　There’dbenofightmadeagainstyou。Ineedn’tsaytheUnitedBrewerieswouldbackyou。There’dbesomeKUDOS
　　comingtous，too；backingareformcandidate。"
　　Dr。Archiemeasuredhislengthinhischairandthrusthislargebootstowardthecracklingpitch—pine。Hedrankhiscoffeeandlitabigblackcigarwhilehisguestlookedovertheassortmentofcigarettesonthetray。"Yousaywhydon’tI，"thedoctorspokewiththedeliberationofamaninthepositionofhavingseveralcoursestochoosefrom，"but，ontheotherhand，whyshouldI？"Hepuffedawayandseemed，throughhishalf—closedeyes，tolookdownseverallongroadswiththeintentionofluxuriouslyrejectingallofthemandremainingwherehewas。"I’msickofpolitics。I’mdisillusionedaboutservingmycrowd，andIdon’tparticularlywanttoserveyours。NothinginitthatIparticularlywant；andaman’snoteffectiveinpoli—
　　ticsunlesshewantssomethingforhimself，andwantsithard。Icanreachmyendsbystraighterroads。Thereareplentyofthingstokeepmebusy。Wehaven’tbeguntodevelopourresourcesinthisState；wehaven’thadalookinonthemyet。That’stheonlythingthatisn’tfake——
　　makingmenandmachinesgo，andactuallyturningoutaproduct。"
　　ThedoctorpouredhimselfsomewhitecordialandlookedoverthelittleglassintothefirewithanexpressionwhichledOttenburgtobelievethathewasgettingatsomethinginhisownmind。Fredlitacigaretteandlethisfriendgropeforhisidea。
　　"Myboys，here，"Archiewenton，"havegotmeratherinterestedinJapan。ThinkI’llgooutthereinthespring，andcomebacktheotherway，throughSiberia。I’vealwayswantedtogotoRussia。"Hiseyesstillhuntedforsome—
　　thinginhisbigfireplace。Withaslowturnofhisheadhebroughtthembacktohisguestandfixedthemuponhim。
　　"Justnow，I’mthinkingofrunningontoNewYorkforafewweeks，"heendedabruptly。
　　Ottenburgliftedhischin。"Ah！"heexclaimed，asifhebegantoseeArchie’sdrift。"ShallyouseeThea？"
　　"Yes。"Thedoctorreplenishedhiscordialglass。"Infact，IsuspectIamgoingexactlyTOseeher。I’mgettingstaleonthingshere，Fred。Bestpeopleintheworldandalwaysdoingthingsforme。I’mfondofthem，too，butI’vebeenwiththemtoomuch。I’mgettingill—tempered，andthefirstthingIknowI’llbehurtingpeople’sfeelings。
　　IsnappedMrs。DandridgeupoverthetelephonethisafternoonwhensheaskedmetogoouttoColoradoSpringsonSundaytomeetsomeEnglishpeoplewhoarestayingattheAntlers。Veryniceofhertowantme，andIwasassourasifshe’dbeentryingtoworkmeforsomething。
　　I’vegottogetoutforawhile，tosavemyreputation。"
　　TothisexplanationOttenburghadnotpaidmuchatten—
　　tion。Heseemedtobelookingatafixedpoint：theyellow
　　glasseyesofafinewildcatoveroneofthebookcases。
　　"You’veneverheardheratall，haveyou？"heaskedreflectively。"Curious，whenthisishersecondseasoninNewYork。"
　　"IwasgoingonlastMarch。Hadeverythingarranged。
　　AndthenoldCapHarristhoughthecoulddrivehiscarandmethroughalamp—postandIwaslaidupwithacom—
　　poundfracturefortwomonths。SoIdidn’tgettoseeThea。"
　　Ottenburgstudiedtheredendofhiscigaretteattentively。
　　"Shemighthavecomeouttoseeyou。Irememberyoucoveredthedistancelikeastreakwhenshewantedyou。"
　　Archiemoveduneasily。"Oh，shecouldn’tdothat。ShehadtogetbacktoViennatoworkonsomenewpartsforthisyear。ShesailedtwodaysaftertheNewYorkseasonclosed。"
　　"Well，thenshecouldn’t，ofcourse。"Fredsmokedhiscigarettecloseandtossedtheendintothefire。"I’mtre—
　　mendouslygladyou’regoingnow。Ifyou’restale，she’lljackyouup。That’soneofherspecialties。ShegotariseoutofmelastDecemberthatlastedmeallwinter。"