Tales of Trail and Town by Bret Harte
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the commanding officer concurred, as a foraging party had that morning
discovered traces of Indians in the vicinity of the fort, and the lately arrived commissary train had reported the unaccountable but promptly prevented stampede. Unfortunately, his sister Jenny appeared accompanied by her husband, who seized an early opportunity to take Peter aside and confide to him his anxiety about her health, and the strange fits of excitement under which she occasionally labored. Remembering the episode of the Californian woods three years ago, Peter stared at this good-natured, good-looking man, whose life he had always believed she once imperiled, and wondered more than ever at their strange union. "Do you ever quarrel?" asked Peter bluntly. "No," said the good-hearted fellow warmly, "never! We have never had a harsh word; she's the dearest girl,--the best wife in the world to me, but"--he hesitated, "you know there are times when I think she confounds me with somebody else, and is strange! Sometimes when we are in company she stands alone and stares at everybody, without saying a word, as if she didn't understand them. Or else she gets painfully excited and dances all night until she is exhausted. I thought, perhaps," he added timidly, "that you might know, and would tell me if she had any singular experience as a child,--any illness, or," he went on still more gently, "if perhaps her mother or father"-- "No," interrupted Peter almost brusquely, with the sudden conviction that this was no time for revelation of his secret, "no, nothing." "The doctor says," continued Lascelles with that hesitating, almost |
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