The Golden Fleece, a romance by Julian Hawthorne
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"I don't know: you don't give me a
chance. But who is the right person? The thing seems rather small. I'm sure I couldn't get it on." "It can fit only the one it was made for," said Miriam, gravely. "And if you wanted to find the gold, you would trust to your science, rather than to this." "Well, gold-hunting is not in my line, at present. Every nugget has been paid for more than once, before it is found. Besides, there is something better than gold in Southern California,--something worth any labor to get." "What is it?" asked Miriam, turning her tranquil regard upon him. Harvey Freeman had never been deficient in audacity. But, standing in the dark radiance of this maiden's eyes, his self- assurance dwindled, and he could not bring himself to say to her what he would have said to any other pretty woman he had ever met. For he felt that great pride and passion were concealed beneath that tranquil surface: it was a nature that might give everything to love, and would never pardon |
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