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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Frontier Stories"


Wynn again paused.
"And what did _you_ do?" she asked.
"I heard they were starting down there to surprise you and him
together, and I harnessed up and got ahead of them in my buggy."
"And found me here," she said, looking full into his eyes.
He understood her and returned the look. He recognized the full
importance of the culminating fact conveyed in her words, and was
obliged to content himself with its logical and worldly significance.
It was too late now to take her to task for mere filial disobedience;
they must become allies.
"Yes," he said hurriedly; "but if you value your reputation, if you
wish to silence both these men, answer me fully."
"Go on," she said.
"Did you go to the cabin in the woods yesterday?"
"No."
"Did you ever go there with Low?"
"No; I do not know even where it is."
Wynn felt that she was telling the truth. Nellie knew it; but as she
would have been equally satisfied with an equally efficacious
falsehood, her face remained unchanged.
"And when did he leave you?"
"At nine o'clock, here.


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