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With the dropping of the disguise years and dignity were added to the girl and Truedale, who was always at his worst in the presence of strange young women, gazed dazedly at the one before him now. "Perhaps" he began awkwardly "you'll sit down. Please do!" He drew a chair toward her. Nella-Rose sank into it and leaned her bowed head upon her arms, which she folded on the table.
"If they-all see you, they will have you killed that minute. Burke is the only one in their minds they don't even know that you live; they're too full of Burke, and if they see me why they'd kill you anyway." "But what can I do with you?" That thought alone swayed Truedale. Then Nella-Rose got upon her feet and stood close to him. "I'm yours! I gave myself to you. You you wanted me.
Nella-Rose watched him out of sight and then she turned and did something that well might make one wonder if a wise God or a cruel demon controls our fates she ran away from the home path and took the trail leading far back to the cabin of old Lois Ann! There was safety; there were compassion and comprehension. The old woman could tell marvellous tales and so could beguile the waiting days.
There ain't much choosin' fo' women in the hills and Burke is an owdacious fiery feller, an' he ain't ever set his mind to no woman but Nella-Rose." That night Truedale went to his old cabin. He built a fire on the hearth, drew the couch before it, and then the battle was on the fierce, relentless struggle. In it Nella-Rose escaped.
To get what she could of happiness and life to make as little fuss as possible that had been her code; but now, the same restraint that had held Marg from going to the Hollow awhile back, when she thought that, with night, Burke Lawson might disclose his whereabouts, held Nella-Rose! So insistent was the rising argument that it angered the girl. "Why? Why?" her longings and desires cried.
No, she had left Nella-Rose to him as his high-minded chivalry had preserved her she had dared do all that because she felt so secure in the love and sincerity of the present. "And now what?" The bitterness was past. The shock had left her a bit weak and helpless but she no longer thought of the human need of Betty. She went home and sat down before the fire in the library and waited for light.
Conning smiled down her doubts. "Until three o'clock!" Nella-Rose pouted, "that's a right long time. But I'll just run along. Always and always I'm going to do what you say!" Already his power over her was absolute. She put her arms out with a happy, wilful gesture and Truedale held her closer. "Only until three, sweetheart."
"I'm right fond of stories." "Keep quiet now!" commanded Truedale and he began the spirited tale of love and high adventure that, like the tidbits, he knew he had brought for Nella-Rose! The warm autumn sun fell upon them for a full hour, then it shifted and the chill of the approaching evening warned the reader of the flight of time.
"I want to tell him that I'm right sorry I hated him. I I didn't know until Bill Trim died. I want to ask him to to forgive me, and then I can go back." "What did Bill Trim tell you?" Lynda tried with all her strength to keep her mind cool, her thoughts steady. She wanted to lead Nella-Rose on and on, without losing the way herself.
To all appearances the place was deserted; but after the second knock a shutter to the right of the door was pushed open and a long, lean hand appeared holding a lighted candle, while a deep, rich voice called: "Who?" "Jes' Nella-Rose!" The hand withdrew, the shutter was closed, and in another minute the door was flung wide and the girl drawn into the warm, comfortable room.
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