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The Prairie

CHAPTER XIV
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We are both solemnly, terribly, sworn; our lives perhaps have been the gift we received for the promises.

It is true you are masters of the secret, but not through any means of ours; nor do I know that I can justify myself, for even being neutral, while you attempt to invade the dwelling of my uncle in this hostile manner." "I can prove beyond the power of refutation," the naturalist eagerly exclaimed, "by Paley, Berkeley, ay, even by the immortal Binkerschoek, that a compactum, concluded while one of the parties, be it a state or be it an individual, is in durance--" "You will ruffle the temper of the child, with your abusive language," said the cautious trapper, "while the lad, if left to human feelings, will bring her down to the meekness of a fawn.

Ah! you are like myself, little knowing in the natur' of hidden kindnesses!" "Is this the only vow you have taken, Ellen ?" Paul continued in a tone which, for the gay, light-hearted bee-hunter, sounded dolorous and reproachful.

"Have you sworn only to this?
are the words which the squatter says, to be as honey in your mouth, and all other promises like so much useless comb ?" The paleness, which had taken possession of the usually cheerful countenance of Ellen, was hid in a bright glow, that was plainly visible even at the distance at which she stood.

She hesitated a moment, as if struggling to repress something very like resentment, before she answered with all her native spirit-- "I know not what right any one has to question me about oaths and promises, which can only concern her who has made them, if, indeed, any of the sort you mention have ever been made at all.


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