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Updated: June 28, 2025
For she gave me a look but now which boded ill for me or for any other maid or matron who dares lay finger on a single thrum of your rifle-shirt." "You are wrong," said I. "She cares nothing for me in that manner." "What? How do you know, you astounding boy?" "I know it well enough." Lana shot a swift and curious look straight across the room at Lois, who now did not seem to be aware of her.
But my heart is very full " She hesitated, then stretched forth her hand to me, smiling; and as I touched it ceremoniously with finger-tip and lip: "Ai-me!" she exclaimed, withdrawing under shelter. "It is raining, Euan! Your rifle-shirt is wet already, and you are like to take a chill! Come under shelter instantly!" "Fancy a man of Morgan's with a chill!"
For your return I pray and wait. "Your humble and dutiful and obedient and adoring wife to be, "Lois de Contrecoeur. "Post scriptum: The memory of our kiss fades not from my lips. I will be content when circumstances permit us the liberty to repeat it." When I had read the letter again and again, I folded it and laid it in the bosom of my rifle-shirt.
"Each night you go forth and scalp. Each morning you paint. Is this to continue, Sagamore?" "My brother sees," he said proudly. "Cats were made for skinning." There was nothing to do about it; no more to be said. I now comprehended this, as I stood lacing my rifle-shirt and watching him at his weird self-embellishment.
Alas! For our good King had proved a bloody knave; my visionary lands and riches all had vanished; instead of silk attire and sword, I wore a rifle-shirt and skinning-knife; and out of the dawn-born glory of the hills had stepped no silken damsel of romance to pause and worship me only a slender, ragged, grey-eyed waif who came indifferent as the chilly wind in spring; who went as April shadows go, leaving no trace behind.
"And I tell you, Loskiel, though I would not boast, this accursed rifle-shirt and these gaudy leggings conceal a supple body and a leg as neatly turned as any figure more fortunately clothed in silken coat and stockings!" I began to laugh, and he laughed, too, vowing he envied me my hair, which was yellow and which curled of itself so that it needed no powder.
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