It was a low, terrible laugh, half smothered in his coarse black beard, and it sent an odd chill through Miki.
He turned after that and went into the cabin.
Nanette rose to meet him, her great dark eyes glowing in a face dead white.

She had not yet risen above the shock of Le Beau's tragic death, and yet in those eyes there was already something re-born.

It had not been there when Durant came to the cabin with Le Beau that afternoon.
He looked at her strangely as she stood with the baby in her arms.

She was another Nanette.

He felt uneasy.