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"Meet y'u!" she echoed, coldly "Shore y'u never expectedeyes on her "I put somethin' in your tent that day Did you find it?"

"Yes," she replied, with the same casual coldness

"What did you do with it?"

"I kicked it out, of course," she replied

She saw him flinch

"And you never opened it?"

"Certainly not," she retorted, as if forced "Doon't y'u know anythin' about--about people?Shore even if y'u are an Isbel y'u never were born in Texas"

"Thank God I wasn't!" he replied "I was born in a beautiful country of green meadows and deep forests and white rivers, not in a barren desert where men live dry and hard as the cactus Where I coive!Could y'u forgive a Jorth?"

"Yes, I could"

"Shore that's easy to say--with the wrongs all on your side," she declared, bitterly

"Ellen Jorth, the first wrong was on your side," retorted Jean, his voice fall "Your father stole my father's sweetheart--by lies, by slander, by dishonor, by makin' terrible love to her in his absence"