Then, after a moment's pause, a sound escaped his lips. And in it was
every thinkable expression of condemnation and contempt.
"Tchah!"
He turned away and strode across to his horse. The woman's voice came
to him low, despairing, appealing.
"For God's sake, Jeff, don't go! You won't go! They'll kill you! Oh,
God! Jeff! Oh!"
The final exclamation came in a sort of moan as the man swung himself
into the saddle, and, without a word, turned his horse and rode away.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE HEARTS OF TWO WOMEN
The figure was silent, motionless upon the veranda. The eyes were dull
and lifeless. It was as though paralysis held the woman in its grip.
"Tchah!"
The echo of that fierce expletive remained. It rang through heart and
brain. Its sting was hot. It seared its way through the life channels
and blasted all hope.
Was there ever such contempt, such scorn, such repulsion, concentrated
in one single ejaculation! It told the woman everything. It told of a
failure so complete that hope became an emotion driven forever from her
heart.
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