"Don't you know what's kept me here?
It was to be near you--only that--I've been waiting for this chance to speak.

It was long in coming, but it's here now--and it's mine!" he exulted.

His eyes burned with a luminous fire, he urged his horse nearer and they came to a halt.

"Look here--I'll follow you North--I swear I love you--say I may!" "Let me go--let me go!" cried Betty indignantly.
"No--not yet!" he urged his horse still nearer and gathered her close.
"You've got to hear me.

I've loved you since the first moment I rested my eyes on you--and, by God, you shall love me in return!" He felt her struggle to free herself from his grasp with a sense of savage triumph.
It was the brute force within him that conquered with women just as it conquered with men.
Bruce Carrington, on his way back to Fayetteville from the Forks, came about a turn in the road.