[Frontier Stories by Bret Harte]@TWC D-Link bookFrontier Stories CHAPTER II 7/28
Ye might try." "But I want _you_ to try.
You can bring it to me here." The girl retreated a step, dropped her eyes, and, with a smile that was a charming hesitation between bashfulness and impudence, said: "So you _are_ hidin', are ye ?" "That's just it.
Your head's level.
I am," laughed Lance unconcernedly. "Yur ain't one o' the McCarthy gang--are ye ?" Mr.Lance Harriott felt a momentary moral exaltation in declaring truthfully that he was not one of a notorious band of mountain freebooters known in the district under that name. "Nor ye ain't one of them chicken lifters that raided Henderson's ranch? We don't go much on that kind o' cattle yer." "No," said Lance, cheerfully. "Nor ye ain't that chap ez beat his wife unto death at Santa Clara ?" Lance honestly scorned the imputation.
Such conjugal ill treatment as he had indulged in had not been physical, and had been with other men's wives. There was a moment's further hesitation on the part of the girl.
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