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"Coward, is it?" cried he, and, with the word, had seizedme off my feet;

"coward is it?" he repeated

"Yes," said I, "none but a coould attack an unresisting

into each

other's eyes, and once again I saw the hairs of his golden beard

curl up, and outwards

What would have been the end I cannot say, but there came upon

the stillness the sound of flying footsteps, the croas burst

asunder, and a girl stood before us, a tall, handso black eyes

"Oh!--you, Jarge, think shae Look!" she cried, pointing a finger at

hi rip relax, his arlow crept up his cheeks till it was lost in

the clustering curls of gleaely altered voice, and

stopped The fire was gone from his eyes as they rested upon

her, and he h he would have reached out

his hand to her, but checked hiain, but choked suddenly, and, turning