As it is, a woman, made to be the delight of some man, you must pass from me--to-morrow, next day, this time next year, who knows how soon?
Ah?
now I know the direction my thought has been trending.

Just as I know you do, so do I recognize the inevitableness of it and the justness.

But the man, Frona, the man ?" "Don't," she demurred.

"Tell me of your father's fight, the last fight, the great lone fight at Treasure City.

Ten to one it was, and well fought.