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Beth Norvell

CHAPTER VI
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Scarcely ten feet away, a woman, rather brightly attired and apparently very much at her ease, sat upon a rather diminutive pony, her red lips curved in lines of laughter, evidently no little amused at thus startling him.

Brown realized that she was young and pretty, with jet black, curling hair, and eyes of the same color, her skin peculiarly white and clear, while she rode man fashion, her lower limbs daintily encased within leggings of buckskin.
She had carelessly dropped her reins upon the high pommel of the saddle, and as their glances fairly met, she laughed outright.
"You mooch frighten, senor, and you so ver' big.

It make me joy." Her broken English was oddly attractive.

"Poof! los Americanos not all find me so ver' ter'ble." Stutter Brown ground his white teeth together savagely, his short red moustache bristling.

He was quite young, never greatly accustomed to companionship with the gentler sex, and of a disposition strongly opposed to being laughed at.


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