Quotation from: The Little Lady of the Big House

Written by: Jack London


And Evan Graham, listening, his eyes on that possessive, encircling
arm of all his hostess's fairness, felt an awareness of hurt, and
arose unsummoned the thought, to be dismissed angrily, "Dick Forrest
is lucky--too lucky."


"Me, I am Ai-kut," Dick chanted on. "This is my dew of woman. She is
my honey-dew of woman. I have lied to you. Her father and her mother
were neither hopper nor cat. They were the Sierra dawn and the summer
east wind of the mountains. Together they conspired, and from the air
and earth they sweated all sweetness till in a mist of their own love
the leaves of the chaparral and the manzanita were dewed with the
honey-dew.

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