The Hunted Woman by James Oliver Curwood
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associate with the Horde. The lips smiled at her--the wonderful eyes
softened with a look of understanding, and then the veil was lowered again. The flush in the girl's cheek died out, and she smiled back. "You are going to TĂȘte Jaune?" she asked. "Yes. May I sit with you for a few minutes? I want to ask questions--so many!" The hollow-cheeked girl made room for her at her side. "You are new?" "Quite new--to this." The words, and the manner in which they were spoken, made the other glance quickly at her companion. "It is a strange place to go--TĂȘte Jaune," she said. "It is a terrible place for a woman." "And yet you are going?" "I have friends there. Have you?" "No." The girl stared at her in amazement. Her voice and her eyes were bolder now. |
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