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Updated: July 7, 2025
The man, slowly recovering his senses, was "bucked" in a manner known to any schoolboy; as securely bound as if with handcuffs and with shackles; as helpless as a babe! The shock had affected Woodell very much as what is known as a "knock-out" in sparring affects a man. Absolutely unconscious at first, he recovered intelligence slowly, though practically uninjured.
And she'll not be fit for anybody when you go away!" The big man sobbed like a baby. Harlson made no immediate reply. Was not what Woodell was saying but the truth? Did he really care for Jenny or she for him? What had it been but pastime? He could give her up. It would be a little hard, of course.
Woodell turned fiercely: "More quibbling." Then in a tone of demand: "Tell me this: Are you going to marry her?" Harlson hesitated. "I don't know." "You do know! You know you haven't any idea of such a thing. You are just amusing yourself until you get your cursed fence built." "What is that to you?" "To me!
He was different from her own lover; no better, of course, but he had lived another life, and could tell her many things. And Woodell, who expected to marry her, glowered a little. She did not care for that. Grant Harlson had not noticed it. But neither quoits nor Jenny Bierce sufficed at all times for forgetfulness.
"Look here, Woodell," said Harlson, "let us go to the road and walk down toward your place. I'll not unstrap your hands just yet. I think I'll feel a trifle more comfortable having you as you are. I want to talk with you. I want you to be fair with me. Was it because of Jenny Bierce?" "You know it was." "But why haven't I as good a right to make love to Jenny as you or any other man?"
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