The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips. She received into her slack grasp the pistol and dagger, only half aware of taking them. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. They thought that she was her own mother. “Oh, I am lonely,” she moaned. "But, let me tell you, it's not a pleasant sight to see the girl one likes in the arms of another.
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