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Suddenly Rhoda knew that her beauty had counted greatly with her all her life, had given her her sense of superiority to the rest of the world. Rhoda squirmed. She hated this faculty of the Indians and the desert to make her seem small. She never had felt so with her own kind. Her own kind! Would she never again know the deference, the gentleness, the loving tenderness of her own people?
So, the old man brought this pretty rustic Miss Rhoda to the Bank?" "Once," said Algernon. "Just as he did with her sister. He's proud of his nieces; shows them and then hides them. The fellows at the Bank never saw her again." "Her name is ?" "Dahlia." "Ah, yes! Dahlia. Extremely pretty. There are brown dahlias dahlias of all colours.
Rhoda gave a little cry, thinking the fight was ended; but as Kut-le gained his feet, DeWitt sprang to meet him and the struggle was renewed. Rhoda never had dreamed of a sight so sickening as this of the two men she knew so well fighting for each other's throats with the animal's lust for killing.
The cab was driving off as a crowd of people burst from the pit-doors, and Algernon heard the voice of Farmer Fleming, very hoarse. He had discretion enough to retire. Robert was to drive to the station to meet Rhoda and her father returning from London, on a specified day.
Walter exclaimed: "I see the flash! It isn't the sun shining on guns, is it?" "Nonsense!" cried Nan Sherwood. "No-o," said Rhoda. "People don't carry guns that way around here. Besides, the only part of a gun that the sun would flash on would be the bayonet; and we don't carry army rifles in this country," and she laughed. "There it is again!" exclaimed Walter. "I see it, too," said Nan.
"It is that you so live that you die spiritually richer than you were born. Life is a simple thing, after all. To keep one's body and soul healthy, to bear children, to give more than we take. And I believe that in the end it will seem to have been worth while." Rhoda made no answer. Kut-le ate on in silence for a time, then he said wistfully: "Don't you enjoy this meal with me, just a little?"
He didn't just go on his way, as I told you; he got his throat cut in my room." Rhoda continued to stare. "And you didn't tell me about it." "Brent Taber told me to keep my mouth shut." "I suppose if Brent Taber had said, 'I don't want you to see that woman again, you wouldn't even have dropped around to say good-bye." "Rhoda you're being unreasonable."
I believe her to have been directed right." "And what is her choice?" "She has chosen for herself to marry a good and worthy man." Edward called out, "Have you seen him the man?" Rhoda, thinking he wished to have the certainty of the stated fact established, replied, "I have." "A good and worthy man," muttered Edward. "Illness, weakness, misery, have bewildered her senses.
Rhoda was by her side, and she wilfully, without asking leave, went straight over to Mary, and stood with her under the shadow of the Adam and Eve, until the farmer sent a messenger to say that he was about to enter the house. Her punishment for the act of sinfulness was a week of severe silence; and the farmer would have kept her to it longer, but for her mother's ominously growing weakness.
"Good: if I may call him brother, some day, all the better for me. Now, you won't leave England the day you're married." "Soon. I pray that it may be soon." "Yes; well, on that morning, I'll have your father and Rhoda at my lodgings, not wide from here: if I'd only known it earlier! and you and your husband shall come there and join us. It'll be a happy meeting at last."
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