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It was impossible for Colina to be angry at this, though she wished to be. She maintained a haughty silence. Ambrose faltered a little. "I I haven't talked to a white girl in a year," he said. "This is our slack season so I I came to see you."
What matter how dearly Colina loved him if he had to go to jail? He saw the cheer she offered him in her smile, but he rejected it. "Nothing can help me now," he stubbornly insisted. "If I let myself hope, the disappointment will drive me insane." He fought to recover his apathy.
I should have told you before, but I couldn't bring myself to hurt you. I can't love you the way you want. I'm in love with another woman." She flung away from him, shoulder up as if he had raised a whip. Her face turned ugly. "You love white woman!" she hissed with extraordinary passion. "Colina Gaviller! I know! I hate her! She proud and wicked woman. She hate my people!"
To old Simon, Colina inclined her head as gracefully and indifferently as a swan. The grim patriarch became humble under the spell of her white beauty. He fingered his hat nervously. To Ambrose Colina said with subtle scorn meant for his ear alone: "What is it?" Ambrose screwed down the clamps of self-control.
In the wave of tenderness for her that engulfed him he clean forgot the self-pleasing defiance he had imagined for himself, forgot his desperate situation, forgot everything but her. He was unable to speak, and Colina did not immediately offer to. She stood a step inside the door, with her hand on the back of the one chair the room contained. Her eyes were cast down.
So thoroughly had the season and the elements conspired, that Colina was effectually cut off from the outer world, a camp beleaguered by snow, and José, for several months at least, would be the prisoner of the mountains and not of man. But Colina was used to this experience. It was one which she had regularly undergone every winter of her existence.
Gallito, alive to the courtesies of the occasion, had succeeded in choking back her sobs, and now she endeavored to turn the conversation into less personal channels. "Bob Flick got back yesterday." "Where's he been traveling?" asked the manager easily. "He can't have gone so very far, hasn't been gone long enough." Mrs. Gallito leaned forward carefully. "He's been to Colina and, Mr.
"Bring a light!" gasped both the struggling men. It was Colina who lit a lamp and carried it out into the hall with a steady hand. Ambrose was seen to be uppermost. Recognizing the two men her face darkened with anger. "What does this mean?" she cried. "Get up instantly!" Ambrose wrenched himself free and stood up. "Don't let him escape!" cried Strange. Ambrose laughed a single note.
The going was not too difficult, for it was only second growth timber, poplar and birch, with spruce in the hollows. The original monarchs had been consumed by fire many years before. They had covered, Colina guessed, about five miles when the sky showed ahead through the tree trunks, and Marya signed that they were to dismount and tie the horses.
"He has eyes like a lynx!" Ambrose's eyes, darting around the room, fell upon an album of snapshots lying on the table. He flung it open. When Gaviller came in he found them standing at the table, their backs to him. He heard Ambrose ask: "Who is that comical little guy?" Colina replied: "Ahcunazie, one of the Kakisa Indians in his winter clothes."
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