The Valley of the Moon by Jack London
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didn't hanker after 'em. A man's a fool that'd let them kind get
his goat. "Maybe you haven't got love in you," she challenged. "Maybe I haven't," was his discouraging reply. "Anyway, I don't see myself lovin' a girl that runs after me. It's all right for Charley-boys, but a man that is a man don't like bein' chased by women." "My mother always said that love was the greatest thing in the world," Saxon argued. "She wrote poems about it, too. Some of them were published in the San Jose Mercury." "What do you think about it?" "Oh, I don't know," she baffled, meeting his eyes with another lazy smile. "All I know is it's pretty good to be alive a day like this." "On a trip like this--you bet it is," he added promptly. At one o'clock Billy turned off the road and drove into an open space among the trees. "Here's where we eat," he announced. "I thought it'd be better to have a lunch by ourselves than atop at one of these roadside dinner counters. An' now, just to make everything safe an' comfortable, I'm goin' to unharness the horses. We got lots of time. You can get the lunch basket out an' spread it on the |
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