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Prisoners of Chance

CHAPTER XXII
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The Indians did not think to search a woman for such weapons of war.

If the moment comes when all hope is gone, when naught else is left, I pray you, as a helpless woman utterly dependent upon your aid, let that sharp point save me endless shame and agony.

Have I your promise ?" "But--but why not ask this of your husband ?" I questioned, shrinking, in spite of my belief in its righteousness, from the committal of so dreadful a deed.
"Surely he would better make answer for the necessity of so desperate a sacrifice." Her dark eyes never wavered from my face, nor did her hands relax their confident grasp of mine.
"Not because I believe he would refuse, but he is of a temper changeable as the winds of Spring.

I must rest in peace, not in perpetual doubting.

You I trust implicitly; your word, once gravely given, will be kept to the death; nay, surely this is no time in which to practise deceit with each other, or act parts like mummers upon the stage.


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