But no bad girl could look like that.

She knows what's said of her all around the valley.

But she doesn't care.

She'd encourage gossip." "Thank you, Ann," replied Jean, huskily.

"Please keep this--this meetin' of mine with her all to yourself, won't you ?" "Why, Jean, of course I will." Jean wandered away again, peculiarly grateful to Ann for reviving and upholding something in him that seemed a wavering part of the best of him--a chivalry that had demanded to be killed by judgment of a righteous woman.