Would you tell her … now?" his eyes flaming with mockery. ’
‘If he has a bullet inside of him,’ said the sergeant stolidly, ‘there ain’t no one
can take it out better nor me. She succumbed to cancer of the breast
at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. ’
She grimaced. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous
dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was
not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few
minutes gone. Three
times she escaped. "Aha! my lad!" he cried without
appearing to regard the pain of the wound; "now I'll show you no quarter. Slash and cut as much as you please. That’s all. Will you come sensibly, or shall I carry you? You are mine!"
Ruth's peculiar education had not vitiated the primitive senses; they were always
on guard; and in a moment such as this they rushed instantly to the surface. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable
obstacle, Jack darted through the door.
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