Crosby, I'll
never speak to you again," she said. "I cast my lot with a desperado, as
the deputy insinuated, and I am sure you have not heard me bewail my
fate. Isn't it worth something to have one day and night of real
adventure? My gown must be a sight, and I know my hair is just
dreadful, but my heart is gayer and brighter to-night than it has been
in years."
"And you don't regret anything that has happened?" he asked, pressing
her arm ever so slightly.
"My only regret is that you heard what the deputy said about me. You
don't believe I am like that, do you?" There was sweet womanly concern
in her voice.
"I wish it were light enough to see your face," he answered, his lips
close to her ear. "I know you are blushing, and you must be more
beautiful--Oh, no, of course I don't think you are at all as he painted
you," he concluded, suddenly checking himself and answering the
plaintive question he had almost ignored.
"Thank you, kind sir," she said lightly, but he failed not to observe
the tinge of confusion in the laugh that followed.
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