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"But you didn't cut your throat, after all," says Mona, with a wicked little grimace.,The man thought that if he moved away from the big camp and lived alone where there were no other people perhaps he might teach these women to become good; so he moved his lodge far off on the prairie and camped at the foot of a high butte.,“Hold your grouch, Sour,” Harold expostulated.,“Boss Whitney not here,” stated the Indian. “Boss Taylor good man but not like Chief. You wait for him. Now I go send one, two my young men trail Miguel. Perhaps they catch him—Jenkins, he never catch him. He tired. Not much good trail nohow.”,"No, madam. I left him at his offices about half an hour ago.","Yes; I mean to,—before I return to England.","Again I fail to understand," says Paul; but his very lips grow livid. "Perhaps for the second time, and with the same delicacy you used at first, you will condescend to explain.","You was in the run first, wasn't you?" said Billy, coldly.,"Some.","Yes; but you have been crying, darling! What has happened?",Patricia flung the sewing aside and threw her arms about her friend in a tempest of contrition. "I didn't mean to be horrid," she cried. "You know I wouldn't really be so selfish—if I thought you wanted it. But we have been so happy together here, and I wanted it to go onto the end, just like a beautiful story that ends happily. I'm sorry I seemed mean.","Have you ever read Shelley?" asks he, presently, puzzled by the extreme serenity of her manner..