Lass, there's got to be balance in nature.

If it weren't for the ugly an' the evil, we wouldn't know the beautiful an' good....

An' now let's ride home.

It's gettin' late." "Ben, ought I not go back to Wilson right now ?" she asked, slowly.
"What for ?" "To tell him--something--and why I can't come to-morrow, or ever afterward," she replied, low and tremulously.
Wade pondered over her words.

It seemed to Columbine that her sharpened faculties sensed something of hostility, of opposition in him.
"Reckon to-morrow would be better," he said, presently.