The Right of Way — Volume 03 by Gilbert Parker
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had enough of that kind of thing. If I'd been you, I'd rather have hung
--ah, sure!" She suddenly came close to him. "Do you hate me so bad, Jo?" she said anxiously. "It's eight years--do you hate me so bad as then?" "You keep your tongue off Rosalie Evanturel," he said, and turned on his heel. She caught his arm. "We're both bad, Jo. Can't we be friends?" she said eagerly, her voice shaking. He did not reply. "Don't drive a woman too hard," she said between her teeth. "Threats! Pah!" he rejoined. "What do you think I'm made of?" "I'll find that out," she said, and, turning on her heel, ran down the road towards the Manor House. "What had Rosalie to do with the cross?" Jo said to himself. "This is her hood." He took it out and looked at it. "It's her hood--but what did she want with the cross?" He hurried on, and as he neared the post-office he saw the figure of a woman in the road. At first he thought it might be Rosalie, but as he came nearer he saw it was not. The woman was muttering and crying. She wandered to and fro bewilderedly. He came up, caught her by the arm, and looked into her face. It was old Margot Patry. |
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