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finding gold They've tasted blood Wait till the great gold strike

coo back ten thousand years

And then what'll one girl more or less matter?"

"Well, you see, Kells, I was loved so devotedly by one and irl mistreated"

He almost drawled the words, and he was suave and cool, and his face

was inscrutable, but a bitterness in his tone gave the lie to all he

said and looked

Pearce caught the broader inference and laughed as if at a great

joke Kells shook his head doubtfully, as if Cleve's transparent

speech only added to the complexity And Cleve turned away, as if in

an instant he had forgotten his coht, Joan Randle lay

upon her bed sleepless, haunted by Jinificentof

his attack on Gulden, and tortured by a love that had grown

ith of these hours of suspense and the

passion of this wild border