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“
I
know
;
but
that
was
different
—
oh
,
I
’
m
all
mixed
up
.
I
’
m
so
nervous
and
trembly
now
.
Oh
,
”
she
cried
suddenly
,
her
face
overcast
with
a
look
of
earnestness
and
great
seriousness
,
both
her
hands
catching
at
his
wrist
,
“
Oh
,
you
WILL
be
good
to
me
,
now
,
won
’
t
you
?
I
’
m
only
a
little
,
little
child
in
so
many
ways
,
and
I
’
ve
given
myself
to
you
,
all
in
a
minute
,
and
I
can
’
t
go
back
of
it
now
,
and
it
’
s
for
always
.
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
happened
or
why
.
Sometimes
I
think
I
didn
’
t
wish
it
,
but
now
it
’
s
done
,
and
I
am
glad
and
happy
.
But
NOW
if
you
weren
’
t
good
to
me
—
oh
,
think
of
how
it
would
be
with
me
.
You
are
strong
,
and
big
,
and
rich
,
and
I
am
only
a
servant
of
yours
,
a
little
nobody
,
but
I
’
ve
given
all
I
had
to
you
—
myself
—
and
you
must
be
so
good
to
me
now
.
Always
remember
that
.
Be
good
to
me
and
be
gentle
and
kind
to
me
in
LITTLE
things
,
—
in
everything
,
or
you
will
break
my
heart
.
”
Annixter
took
her
in
his
arms
.
He
was
speechless
.
No
words
that
he
had
at
his
command
seemed
adequate
.
All
he
could
say
was
:
“
That
’
s
all
right
,
little
girl
.
Don
’
t
you
be
frightened
.
I
’
ll
take
care
of
you
.
That
’
s
all
right
,
that
’
s
all
right
.
”
For
a
long
time
they
sat
there
under
the
shade
of
the
great
trestle
,
their
arms
about
each
other
,
speaking
only
at
intervals
.
An
hour
passed
.
The
buckskin
,
finding
no
feed
to
her
taste
,
took
the
trail
stablewards
,
the
bridle
dragging
.
Annixter
let
her
go
.
Rather
than
to
take
his
arm
from
around
Hilma
’
s
waist
he
would
have
lost
his
whole
stable
.
At
last
,
however
,
he
bestirred
himself
and
began
to
talk
.
He
thought
it
time
to
formulate
some
plan
of
action
.
“
Well
,
now
,
Hilma
,
what
are
we
going
to
do
?
”
“
Do
?
”
she
repeated
.
“
Why
,
must
we
do
anything
?
Oh
,
isn
’
t
this
enough
?
”
“
There
’
s
better
ahead
,
”
he
went
on
.
“
I
want
to
fix
you
up
somewhere
where
you
can
have
a
bit
of
a
home
all
to
yourself
.
Let
’
s
see
;
Bonneville
wouldn
’
t
do
.
There
’
s
always
a
lot
of
yaps
about
there
that
know
us
,
and
they
would
begin
to
cackle
first
off
.
How
about
San
Francisco
.
We
might
go
up
next
week
and
have
a
look
around
.
I
would
find
rooms
you
could
take
somewheres
,
and
we
would
fix
’
em
up
as
lovely
as
how
-
do
-
you
-
do
.
”
“
Oh
,
but
why
go
away
from
Quien
Sabe
?
”
she
protested
.
“
And
,
then
,
so
soon
,
too
.
Why
must
we
have
a
wedding
trip
,
now
that
you
are
so
busy
?
Wouldn
’
t
it
be
better
—
oh
,
I
tell
you
,
we
could
go
to
Monterey
after
we
were
married
,
for
a
little
week
,
where
mamma
’
s
people
live
,
and
then
come
back
here
to
the
ranch
house
and
settle
right
down
where
we
are
and
let
me
keep
house
for
you
.
I
wouldn
’
t
even
want
a
single
servant
.
”
