“But we satisfy one another. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. At length she hit upon it: bubbling water. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. Tender with the sick, firm with the strong, fearless, with a body that had the resistance of iron, there was nothing of the hypocrite in him. She could not help herself.
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