It was the absurd
uncalculating love of extreme youth. But it was sufficiently impetuous
to flout all the reason which her training and upbringing had been
calculated to inspire her with.
The rest followed in natural sequence, and now, after two years of
married penury, she was ready to seize any straw which chance flung in
her way as a means of salving that ambition which she now saw, with
more perfectly clear vision, was completely upon the rocks.
Now, in her mind, there were only three matters of concern. Would Dug
McFarlane come? Would they succeed in capturing this Lightfoot gang?
Would she get those ten thousand dollars, which appeared so vast a sum
to eyes only accustomed to dwelling upon cents?
Bob was silent. His whole aspect seemed to have undergone a complete
changes. He had returned to her with the story of his interview with
Dug McFarlane. He had returned to her with the assurance that he had
sold his conscience, his honor, at her bidding, and he hoped she was
satisfied. Since then he had wrapped himself in a moody silence which
had defied her utmost effort to break down.
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