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So she watched for a chance to send a letter that she had carefully and painfully written. "I'm to Miss Lois Ann's in Devil-may-come Hollow. I'm trusting and loving you, but Miss Lois Ann don't believe! So please, Mister Man come and tell her and then go back and I will wait most truly Your Nella-Rose." then she crossed the name out and scribbled "Your doney-gal."
At last she settled upon seeking the shelter of old Lois Ann, in Devil-may-come Hollow, and turned in that direction. It was eight o'clock then and Truedale, with his books and papers on the table before him, declared: "I am quite all right now," and fell to work upon the manuscript that earlier had engrossed him.
"I had to to lead Marg to Devil-may-come Hollow. She's hunting there now!" Nella-Rose's white teeth showed in a mischievous smile. "We're right safe with Marg down there, scurrying around. Come, I know a sunny place I want to tell you about Marg." Her childish appropriation of him completed Truedale's surrender. The absolute lack of self-consciousness drove the last remnant of caution away.
Keeping close to the ground, she advanced to where the trail from Lone Dome met the broader one, and there, standing undecided and bewildered, was a tall, fair girl. Nella-Rose sprang to her feet, her eyes ablaze. "Marg! What you hounding me for?" "Nella-Rose, where you been?" "What's that to you?" "You've been up to Devil-may-come Hollow!" "Have I? Let me pass, Marg.
Marg stood and watched her with baffled rage and hate. For a moment she almost decided to take her chances and seek Burke Lawson in the distant Hollow. But night was coming the black, drear night of the low places. Marg was desperate, but a primitive conservatism held her. Not for all she hoped to gain would she brave Burke Lawson alone in the secret places of Devil-may-come Hollow!
Have your mully-grubs, if you please; I'm going home." As Nella-Rose tried to pass, Marg caught her by the arm. "Burke's back!" she whispered, "he's hiding up to Devil-may-come! He's been seen and you know it!" "What if I do?" Nella-Rose never ignored a possible escape for the future. "You've been up there to meet him. You ought to be licked.
Her eyes were wide and filled with a light that startled him. He jumped from the horse and took her in his arms. "What is it?" he asked, fearing some intangible danger. "The minister was killed by the flood!" Nella-Rose's tones were thrilling. "He was going through Devil-may-come Hollow and a mighty big rock struck him and he's dead!" "Then you must come with me, Nella-Rose."
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