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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Frontier Stories"

He went to the hotel."
"He saved his life, then, for Dunn is on his way to the woods to kill
him."
The jeopardy of her lover did not seem to affect the young girl with
alarm, although her eyes betrayed some interest.
"Then Dunn has gone to the woods?" she said thoughtfully.
"He has," replied Wynn.
"Is that all?" she asked.
"I want to know what you are going to do?"
"I _was_ going back to bed."
"This is no time for trifling, girl."
"I should think not," she said, with a yawn; "it's too early, or too
late."
Wynn grasped her wrist more tightly. "Hear me! Put whatever face you
like on this affair, you are compromised--and compromised with a man
you can't marry."
"I don't know that I ever wanted to marry Low, if you mean him," she
said quietly.
"And Dunn wouldn't marry you now."
"I'm not so sure of that either."
"Nellie," said Wynn excitedly, "do you want to drive me mad? Have you
nothing to say--nothing to suggest?"
"Oh, you want me to help you, do you? Why didn't you say that first?
Well, go and bring Dunn here.


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