To her Korak was little short of omnipotent. He embodied
for her all that was finest and strongest and best in her savage
world. She gloried in his prowess and worshipped him for the
tender thoughtfulness that always had marked his treatment of her.
No other within the ken of her memory had ever accorded her the
love and gentleness that was his daily offering to her. Most of
the gentler attributes of his early childhood had long since been
forgotten in the fierce battle for existence which the customs of
the mysterious jungle had forced upon him. He was more often savage
and bloodthirsty than tender and kindly. His other friends of the
wild looked for no gentle tokens of his affection. That he would
hunt with them and fight for them was sufficient. If he growled and
showed his fighting fangs when they trespassed upon his inalienable
rights to the fruits of his kills they felt no anger toward him--only
greater respect for the efficient and the fit--for him who could
not only kill but protect the flesh of his kill.
But toward Meriem he always had shown more of his human side.
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