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She lifted up her head, and asked wildly, 'Will He iver forgive me, think yo'? I drove yo' out fra' yo'r home, and sent yo' away to t' wars, wheere yo' might ha' getten yo'r death; and when yo' come back, poor and lone, and weary, I told her for t' turn yo' out, for a' I knew yo' must be starving in these famine times.
Fetters yo'r coachman tol' us about it, sir, an' we know how good a friend of ours you are, from what you've promised us about the school. An' I wanted you to know, sir. You are our friend, and have showed confidence in us, and I wanted to prove to you that we are not ungrateful, an' that we want to be good citizens."
A moment's silence, and then a streak of light showed where the front door had been opened a crack. "Sit quiet on that there hoss," a gruff voice commanded, "and lemme see if you be Breckenbridge." "Hallo, Bill," the deputy sheriff answered. "Yes, it's me all right." And Curly Bill opened the door wider, revealing his burly form. "Put up yo'r pony in the corral," he said, "and come in."
Jest es I war startin' fer the cabin, I seen ... I seen a man erstandin' hyar on the bank, er peerin' down towards the river, thar. I looked whar he war erlookin', an' seen ye down thar, bathin' yo'r face in ther water. The man war ertotin' a rifle-gun, an' uv a sudden he drapped ter his knee an' raised hit, an' I knowed he war kalkerlatin' ter shoot ye.
'Yo'll have yo'r hands full, then, muttered Philip, his passion boiling over at the thought of having been chosen out from among all men to convey such a message as Kinraid's to Sylvia. 'Make an end of yo'r d d yarns, and be off, said the man who had been hurt by Kinraid, and who had sate apart and silent till now. Philip turned away; Kinraid raised himself and cried after him,
'And he was short o' food, moaned Sylvia, 'and we had plenty, and I tried to make yo'r sister turn him out, and send him away. Oh! will God iver forgive me? Muttering to herself, breaking her mutterings with sharp cries of pain, Sylvia, with Kester's help, reached widow Dobson's house. It was no longer a quiet, lonely dwelling.
Then she sat swaying her body to and fro, and making gestures with her unnerved arm, which seemed intended as the accompaniment to a fit of laughter, though her face was stolid and drowsy. 'Eigh, lad? What, yo'r there? Some hoarse sounds meant for this, came mockingly out of her at last; and her head dropped forward on her breast.
'The former things are passed away and he is gone where there is no more sorrow, and no more pain. But then she broke down into weeping and crying. Sylvia sat up and looked at her. 'Why do yo' cry, Hester? she said. 'Yo' niver said that yo' wouldn't forgive him as long as yo' lived. Yo' niver broke the heart of him that loved yo', and let him almost starve at yo'r very door.
There were bits of flesh and a great deal of stain where he and Muskwa had feasted. "He hid the carcass in the balsams after he had filled himself," went on Bruce. "This morning the black came along, smelled the meat, an' robbed the cache. Then back come the grizzly after his morning feed, an' that's what happened! There's yo'r story, Jimmy." "And he may come back again?" asked Langdon.
I never thought on yo'r asking me so many questions. I thought yo'd be ready to fly on any chance o' seeing your father. Hester spoke out the sad reproach that ran from her heart to her lips. To distrust Philip! to linger when she might hasten! 'Oh! said Sylvia, breaking out into a wild cry, that carried with it more conviction of agony than much weeping could have done.
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