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Riders of the Purple Sage

CHAPTER XII
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I've fallen upon evil days.

God only knows what will become of me and mine! So take the gold." She smiled in understanding of his speechless gratitude, and left him with Lassiter.

Presently she heard him speaking low at first, then in louder accents emphasized by the thumping of his rifle on the stones.
"As infernal a job as even you, Lassiter, ever heerd of." "Why, son," was Lassiter's reply, "this breakin' of Miss Withersteen may seem bad to you, but it ain't bad--yet.

Some of these wall-eyed fellers who look jest as if they was walkin' in the shadow of Christ himself, right down the sunny road, now they can think of things en' do things that are really hell-bent." Jane covered her ears and ran to her own room, and there like caged lioness she paced to and fro till the coming of little Fay reversed her dark thoughts.
The following day, a warm and muggy one threatening rain awhile Jane was resting in the court, a horseman clattered through the grove and up to the hitching-rack.

He leaped off and approached Jane with the manner of a man determined to execute difficult mission, yet fearful of its reception.


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