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Adroitly, with a regained power of resistance and a lithe twist, she

slipped out of his grasp, ha at his face futilely with her

clenched fists

"I--I've got a notion ter kill ye!" she cried, brokenly "Ef Saht have said was shut

off in storer

"Well," replied Ta confidence, "ef Samson was

hyar, I'd show him, too--damn him! But Samson hain't hyar He won't

never be hyar no more" His voice became deeply scornful, as he added:

"He's done cut an' run He's down thar below, consortin' with

furriners, an' he hain't thinkin' nothin' 'bout you You hain't good

enough fer Samson, Sally I tells ye he's done left ye fer all time"

Sally had backed away fro near the

hearth As he spoke, Ta her