Stories from Everybody's Magazine by Various
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caught and clung. Thus the first pair might have gazed when Adam
wakened to find her who was bone of his bone, flesh of his flesh, standing over him. "Did I scare you, Miss?" at length asked the Man. "I thought--well, I didn't know who you might be at first." His gaze deepened into unconcealed admiration. "I wouldn't scare YOU for anything!" "I ain't so easy scairt," the girl returned defiantly. "Ef I was," she went on in her fresh, young voice, full of queer, upward inflections, "I wouldn't be a-berryin' in Ragged Woods after sundaown." She marched onward, her head thrown well back. Twenty steps later the Man was again at her side. "Pardoname, little one!" he said. "But, seein' you ain't scared, an' thar bein' no blaze in these yere parts, maybe you'd put us on the trail. Guess I'd a-gone on siesterin' till midnight if you hadn't a-happened by--gracias a Dios!" Her glance shot suspicion at him as though she scented banter in the strange, foreign phrases; then she said: "Ef you mean you wanter git to Potuck, whar the railroad starts, you've got to walk three miles back to the Potuck Road; then it's three miles west to Potuck taown." "An' what lies on ahead, whar you're goin'?" he asked. |
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