The Gold-Stealers - A Story of Waddy by Edward Dyson
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'This trouble's making a great change in you, Chris,' he said yearningly.
'You're pale and ill. It'll wear you out.' She felt herself weakening again, but summoned all her resolution and stood true to her purpose. 'I can bear it,' she said. 'I must! Promise me. Harry, the troopers are coming--your promise!' 'I promise.' He held her a moment caught to his heart, they exchanged a long kiss, and she slipped from him and into the house. CHAPTER XXI. A MINUTE later, when Casey rode up out of the darkness, Harry was sitting alone by the window. 'You've seen nothing?' he said. Divil a see,' replied the trooper. 'It's sartin to me he ain't within fifty moiles av us this blessed minute.' 'It doesn't seem likely he'd hang round here, does it?' 'The man ud be twin idyits what ud do it, knowin' we'd be sartin sure to nab him, Misther Hardy.' Harry was not disposed to smile, indeed he scarcely heeded Casey's words; he thought he detected a faint sound of weeping within the house, and his |
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