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For it is a very foolish thing indeed for two people of opposite sex to form and conceive any such relation as pure friendship. In Amalia's case it is nothing more than playing that I love her. I should not care anything about her at all, if she were not a little coquettish. "Would that there were more like her in our circle! Just in fun, one must really love all the ladies."
But it's good to be back into the peace of the hills! I've been down where the waves of civilization roar. Yes, yes; I'll go to my bunk after a bit. The great menace to our tranquillity here for the winter is the mother." "But she has improved." "Good, good. How?" "She thinks of things around her and takes care of the cabin since Amalia's hurt." "Hurt? How's that?"
At the same moment Harry arrived, leading the animals. He lifted his head courageously and his eyes shone as with an inspiration. "Will you let me accompany you a bit of the way, sir? I'd like to go." Larry accepted gladly. He knew then what he would do with Amalia's dowry. "Then I'll bring Goldbug. Thank you, Amalia, yes. I'll drink my coffee now, and eat as I ride."
He sought an introduction to Amalia's mother, a good-looking widow of thirty-six who was still quite worthy of being courted. Ere long Casanova was on such intimate terms with her that his word was law. To Amalia, her generous patron seemed like a messenger from a higher world. She showed her gratitude in the manner prompted by her own heart.
To Harry it seemed no sound was ever sweeter than Amalia's low voice as she coaxed him brokenly to set her down and allow her to walk. "This is great foolishness, 'Arry King, that you carry me. Put me down that you rest a little." "I can't, Amalia." "You have walk all the long trail I saw you walk and lead those horse, for only to bring our box. How my heart can thank you is not possible.
They stood a moment before the cabin, and the firelight streamed through the open door and fell on Amalia's face. Harry took the mother's hand as he parted from them, but he looked in Amalia's eyes. In the morning he appeared with his kit strapped on his back equipped for walking. The women protested that he should not go thus, but he said he could not take Goldbug and leave him below.
"Well, what do I care about that? What care I whether she be virgin or strumpet, wife or widow I want to make her mine!" "I can't give her to you, my friend!" Amalia's voice expressed genuine concern. "You see for yourself," he said, "what a pitiful creature I have become.
When she had finished, the fire was low and the cabin almost in darkness. No one spoke. Larry still gazed in the dying embers, and Harry still sat with his eyes fixed on Amalia's face. "Victor Hugo, he is a very great man, as my 'usband have say," said the mother at last. "Ah, mamma. For Cain, maybe, yes, the Eye never closed, but now have man hope or why was the Christ and the Holy Virgin?
But now that it was past and they were all unhurt except for Amalia's accident, they made light of it. He dragged in the box, and before he left them that night he prepared Larry's gun, and told Amalia to let nothing frighten her. "Don't leave the bunk, nor put your foot to the ground. Fire the gun at the slightest disturbance, and I will surely hear. I have another in the shed.
And yet these gloomy thoughts were familiar to him; but he was surprised to find them on Vogel's lips, where they were unrecognizable; more than that, they were repugnant to him; they offended him. He was even more in revolt against Amalia's ways. The good creature did no more than practise Christophe's theories of duty. The word was upon her lips at every turn.
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