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The girl stepped forward, and held the weapon finger on trigger, close

to her cousin's chest

"Ye lies, Tam'rack," she said, in a very low and steady voice--a voice

that could not be mistaken, a voice relentlessly resolute and purposeful

"Ye lies like ye always lies Yore heart's black an' dirty Ye're a

murderer an' a coward Saoin'

ter be Saht have told a

subtler psychologist than Ta to convince

herself "He hain't never run away He's hyar in this rooht now"

The lance about hihed, with a deeply bitter note, then she went on: "Oh, you can't see hiht, but wharever

I be, Samson's thar, too I hain't nothin' but a part of Sah ter killin' ye this ed thecoun: every one knew it

was a dangerous combination, and, except for hilitter in their eyes He kneas

apt to presage death, and this girl, treainst his chest so unwaveringly, as steady as granite,