Her words came in a voice of passionate jealousy.
"You love him, so you go to him, ready to face anything--for him. Do
you think I don't love him? Do you think I'm not ready to dare for
him--anything? Your love gives you that right. What of mine? Does
mine give me no right? Say, child, your fool conceit runs away with
you. I tell you you don't know what love is. You say you love him
with your whole soul. And you are content to live without him. Psha!
Your soul must be a poor enough thing. I tell you life means nothing
to me without him. I can't and won't live without him."
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The black earth sped under the horses' hoofs. The stars shone like dew
on the velvet pall of night. Bud led, as he always led in the things
practical which belonged to his life.
He needed no thought for guidance on that night journey. Unerring
instinct served him across those wide plains. Spruce Crossing might
have possessed a beacon light, so straight, so unerring was the lead he
offered those behind him.
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