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"Well, at last he has a child," said Moon Face.
"A daughter I should imagine," said No Man spitefully.
"Yes. A daughter."
"They have been a long time about it," said No Man. "I was beginning to think they were both as dry as old bones."
"Strong Hand passed this morning," said Moon Face, "on his way to the hunt. He was strutting like a cock partridge. You might have thought that his was the first
