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London, Jack

"The Son Of The Wolf"


? ? ? ? 'Then you do care for me, and will take me away?' Her face seemed to reflect the peace of this man, against whom she might draw close for shelter.


? ? ? ? 'Dear, don't you remember what I said before? Of course I-'


? ? ? ? 'But how can you?- the wash-up?'


? ? ? ? 'Do you think that worries? Anyway, I'll give the job to Father Roubeau, here. I can trust him to safely bank the dust with the company.'


? ? ? ? 'To think of it!- I'll never see him again.'


? ? ? ? 'A blessing!'


? ? ? ? 'And to go- O, Clyde, I can't! I can't!'


? ? ? ? 'There, there; of course you can. just let me plan it.- You see, as soon as we get a few traps together, we'll start, and-'


? ? ? ? 'Suppose he comes back?'


? ? ? ? 'I'll break every-'


? ? ? ? 'No, no! No fighting, Clyde! Promise me that.'


? ? ? ? 'All right! I'll just tell the men to throw him off the claim. They've seen how he's treated you, and haven't much love for him.'


? ? ? ? 'You mustn't do that. You mustn't hurt him.'


? ? ? ? 'What then? Let him come right in here and take you away before my eyes?'


? ? ? ? 'No-o,' she half whispered, stroking his hand softly.


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