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But she "despised it," had never done it since, and always had refused to do it for "him" the personal pronoun referring, as Low understood, to her lover, Curson. Not caring to revive these memories further, Low briefly concluded: "I don't know what you were, or what you may be, but from what I see of you you've got all the sabe of a frontierman's wife."
Without being observed, she disengaged her knife from her bosom and let it fall as if by accident. It struck the ground with the point of its keen blade, bounded and rolled between them. The two men started and looked at each other with a foolish air. Curson laughed. "I reckon she can take care of herthelf," he said, extending his hand to Low. "I'm off.
He can see without looking, hear without listening. He he" she stammered, colored, and stopped. The two men had faced each other. Curson, after his first good-natured impulse, had retained no wish to regain Teresa, whom he felt he no longer loved, and yet who, for that very reason perhaps, had awakened his chivalrous instincts.
He gazed curiously at her gown, at her hat, at the bow of bright ribbon that tied her black hair, and said, "Ah!" "A poor man who has kept my secret," she went on hurriedly "a man as friendless and lonely as myself. Yes," disregarding Curson's cynical smile, "a man who has shared everything" "Naturally," suggested Curson.
"I have not passed your friends, nor have I been near them," said Low, looking at him for the first time, with the same exasperating calm, "or perhaps I should not be HERE or they THERE. I knew that one man entered the wood a few moments ago, and that two men and four horses remained outside." "That's true," said Teresa to Curson excitedly "that's true. He knows all.
"I thee nothing," said Curson, beginning to doubt Low's sanity; "nothing more than I thaw an hour ago." "Look again. Don't you see that smoke rising straight up? It isn't blown over from the Divide; it's new smoke! The fire is in the woods!" "I reckon that 'th so," muttered Curson, shading his eyes with his hand. "But, hullo! wait a minute! We'll get hortheth.
"Yeth," returned Curson, with an ineffectual attempt to imitate Low's phlegm; "but ath I didn't happen to be a sthranger to this lady, perhaps it wathn't nethethary, particularly ath I had two friends " "Waiting at the edge of the wood with a led horse," interrupted Low, without addressing him, but apparently continuing his explanation to Teresa. But she turned to Low with feverish anxiety.
Boston of Burie in Suffolke in his catalogue reporteth, that he wrote diuers books. He flourished in the yeere aforesayd by the witnesses aforesayd. Henry the third sonne of king Iohn being then king of England: and by the further testimony of Boston, this Curson was legate into England in the dayes of Honorius the third, bishop of Rome.
Never mind the water," he added faintly, with a forced laugh, after he had taken a draught at the strong spirit. "Tell me more about the other water the Sleeping Water you know. How do you know all this about him and his father?" "Partly from him and partly from Curson, who wrote to me about him," she answered with some hesitation.
But she "despised it," had never done it since, and always had refused to do it for "him" the personal pronoun referring, as Low understood, to her lover Curson. Not caring to revive these memories further, Low briefly concluded: "I don't know what you were, or what you may be, but from what I see of you you've got all the sabe of a frontierman's wife."
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