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I left--him--alone!" Carley shrank under the scorn in Rust's eyes.
"And there's another man," he said, "a clean, straight, unscarred fellow who wouldn't fight!" "Oh, no--I--I swear there's not," whispered Carley.
"You, too," he replied, thickly.

Then slowly he turned that worn dark face to the wall.

His frail breast heaved.

And his lean hand made her a slight gesture of dismissal, significant and imperious.
Carley fled.