Simon jumped into water up to his knees, and in one movement he pulled the canoe onto a sandy beach. He lifted up Isabelle at arm’s length and set her on the bank. Then he picked up Jeanne in the same fashion and whirled her around. She’d never seen her husband so exuberant. “Here it is. This is my estate,” he announced. Where? What estate? Jeanne wondered, but she was tactful enough not to show her disappointment. Some estate indeed! Simon took her by the hand and proudly showed her every inch of it. There was a field as big as the deck of a ship, the blackened ruins of a house and, beside it, a ten-foot-long dwelling made of round logs and lit by a doorway with an animal skin for a door. “Before, it was just forest,” he said proudly, pointing to the clearing. But it’s still forest, Jeanne thought, her heart softening. And far from fearing that hostile presence that encircled them, she loved it.
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