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Surely, if there be such an all-embracing Good, He has no more helpful gift than a woman such as you might be." She looked up, smiling. "Might be? That is not" "Lover-like? No. Yet, Dode, I think sometimes Eve might have been such a one as you, the germ of all life.
Gaunt's lean face had a pitiful look, sometimes, the look of the child he was in his heart, hungry, wistful, as though he sought for something, which you might have, perhaps. He looked at Dode, the child of the man that he had killed. She did not know that. When she came in, he thought of shaking hands with her, as he used to do. That could never be again, never. The man that he had killed?
Don't show yourself if you can help it, but if you are discovered keep busy with your camera. We are here only to take pictures, you know!" "So you don't trust that chap, after all?" asked Frank. "Yes, I trust him, but he won't betray the men he has been working with. In order to get the boy he'll have to go to the man I want." "All right!" Frank laughed. "Come on, Dode!
She pushed his hand gently from the reins, and left him. Bone wrung his hands. "'N' de guerrillas, 'n' de rest o' de incarnate debbils!" She knew that. Dode was no heroine, a miserable coward. There was not a black stump of a tree by the road-side, nor the rustle of a squirrel in the trees, that did not make her heart jump and throb against her bodice. Her horse climbed the rocky path slowly.
But, after all, Dode was the kind of woman to anchor to; it was "Get out of my way!" with her mother, as with all milky, blue-eyed women. He wished the child had some other protector to turn to than he, these war-times, thinking uneasily of the probable fight at Blue's Gap, though of course he knew he never was born to be killed by a Yankee bullet.
She had seen him but once since, and he said nothing then, looked nothing. It is true they had not been alone, and he thought perhaps she knew all: a word once uttered for him was fixed in fate. She would not have thought the story old or certain, if he told it to her forever. But he was coming to-night! Dode was one of those women subject to sudden revulsions of feeling.
As soon as I am strong enough, I'll find you at Springfield." He wished he could hearten the poor unnerved soul, somehow. Gaunt stopped outside, looking at them, some uncertain thought coming and going in his face. "I'll speak it out, whatever you may think. Dode, I've done you a deadly hurt. Don't ask me what it is, God knows.
Out in the little kitchen, the day had warmed up wonderfully. Dode's Aunt Perrine, a widow of thirty years' standing, had come over to "see to things durin' this murnful affliction." As she had brought her hair-trunk and bonnet-box, it was probable her stay would be indefinite. Dode was conscious of her as she would be of an attack of nettle-rash. Mrs.
"Chile! chile! yer kin make a fool of ole Bone, allays." She did not speak; her face, with its straight-lidded eyes, turned to the mountain beyond which lay the Tear-coat gully. A fair face under its blue hood, even though white with pain, an honorable face: the best a woman can know of pride and love in life spoke through it. "Mist' Dode," whined Ben, submissively, "what are yer goin' ter do?
It was clear that the men waiting behind the tent were becoming impatient, for they moved along and made ready to spring upon the boy. Teddy, however, was not advancing. Something about the tent had warned him that it was in the hands of the enemy. With a shout of warning to Oliver and Dode, if they chanced to be free and within hearing, he turned and dashed toward the corral.
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