It was an odd thing, but true, that the death of an enemy could affect you as much almost as much as the death of a friend. It ain't so, she said. She didn't want to look at the man--she might start running and then he would kill her. A swarm of gnats hung right over his face, and Louisa considerately swatted them away.
She was gripping the mane so tightly it took an act of will to turn her hands loose. The bear was not making any trouble, but he apparently had no intention of moving either. Are you coming with us, Bob? he asked. Could you use any company? July asked.
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