[Prisoners of Chance by Randall Parrish]@TWC D-Link bookPrisoners of Chance CHAPTER XXII 9/10
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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