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Not waiting for a reply, he heaped on chunks of pine log from the half-filled woodbox and soon had a rousing fire. MCGruder and the girl knelt gratefully in front of the blaze—the girl shivering. Not bad, Marlin decided, at his first sidelong glimpse of her face—or wouldn't be, when her wet hair was fixed up. Then he growled at himself and abruptly turned away.