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Yet Nature, sooner or later, must assert itself; and after a day or two a ringing laugh breaks from her, or a merry jest, that does Geoffrey's heart good, and brings an answering laugh and jest to the lips of her new brothers. "Say so, if you do: it will be honester. If you don't," threateningly, "I shall of course think the contrary." "There," said the swans; "you are now close to the Sun's lodge. Follow that trail, and soon you will see it." Cold, and half wild with horror, she yet retains her presence of mind, and, beckoning to one of the dogs, says imperiously, "At him, Spice!" pointing to Paul Rodney..