He'll believe I was lying," she moaned, in distress.
"Dat's too bad--but dis t'ing ain' no doin's wit' me.

Dere's wan t'ing in dis worl' mus' live forever, an' dat's love--if we kill 'im den it's purty poor place for stoppin' in.

I'm cut off my han' for help you, Necia, but I can't be husban' to no woman in fun." "Your foolish head is full of romance," she burst out.

"You think you're doing me a favor, but you're not.

Why, there's Runnion--he wants me so much that he'd 'even marry me'!" Her wild laughter stabbed the man.