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She can go back to the Mission to-morrow. She will soon forget." "Forget! Do you think she can forget?" "Any woman can forget. Only men remember." "It is the red blood in you lying. You know you lie." "It is to save your life," she said. "I know; but it's no use." To Necia he said; "You needn't worry, little daughter." But her ears were deaf.
"Why, of course it's all right," said Necia, her eager face clouding with the look of a hurt child. "If you don't do it, somebody else will." But the Lieutenant shook his head. "Maybe I'm foolish, but I can't see my way clear, much as I would like to." "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, brokenly. "I do so want to go. I want you to be rich, and I want to be rich myself.
He was steeped in this sweet, grave melancholy, when a knock came at his door, and he arose to find Necia herself there, excited and radiant. She came in without sign of embarrassment or slightest consciousness of the possible impropriety of her act. "The most wonderful thing has happened," she began at once, when she found they were alone. "You'll faint for joy." "What is it?"
"Necia, little girl, what is the trouble?" She was staring past him, and her fingers were fumbling helplessly with the lace of her gown, but she began to show signs of collapse. "I sent him away I gave him up, when he wanted me wanted me Oh, daddy! he wants to marry me and I sent him away." Alluna uttered a short, satisfied exclamation, and, looking at Gale meaningly, said: "It is good.
It took the efforts of Necia and the trader combined to tear the lad from the Frenchman, and even then the foul deed was accomplished only at the cost of such wild acclaim and evidence of undying sorrow that little Molly came hurrying from the house, her round face stained and tearful, her mouth an inverted crescent.
"And you think you'll marry Necia, do you?" "I know it." "Like hell you will! Suppose you find her first." "What do you mean? Wait " But his visitor was gone, leaving behind him a lover already sorely vexed, and now harassed by a new and sudden apprehension. What venom the man distilled! Could it be that he had sent Necia away? Burrell scouted the idea.
It seemed not, for he swung between diverse emotions anger that this outsider should question him on so intimate a matter, chagrin at the knowledge of having injured Necia, and rage, blind rage, at the thought of its becoming a bar-room topic. Gradually the conviction grew that it was not a question of idle curiosity with Doret, and the man's history recurred to him.
She was about your age at the time nineteen." "Oh, I'm not eighteen yet," said Necia. "Well, she was a fine woman, anyhow, the best that ever set foot in Chandon, and there was a great deal of talk when she chose young Bennett over the Gaylord man, for Bennett had been running second best from the start, and everybody thought it was settled between her and the other one.
He say dere's joke down on Stark's saloon dat Necia Gale is mak' fool of herse'f on you, an' dat you ain' care for marry her." "Runnion!" cried Burrell, and started for the door. "I'll settle with him now for fair!"
His eyes sought Stark's face frequently, and once the blood left his cheeks and his eyes blazed as he observed the gambler eying Necia, gazing at her with the same boldness he would have used in scanning a horse. "You are a mighty good-looking girl for a 'blood," remarked Stark, at last.
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