Whatever the night might bring forth, whatever tragedy might be in
store, she scarcely had thought for anything but her own almost mad
resolve. This girl, this child of the plains, should obtain no
advantage. She was prepared to yield all for the succor of the husband
who had scorned her--even to life itself.
CHAPTER XXIV
TO SPRUCE CROSSING
The eyes of the night were there alone to see. It was as well. There
are moments in men's lives when it is best that it should be so.
Passions are not always sane. They are not always human.
So it was with Jeffrey Masters. The change in him had been rapid. It
was almost magical. Always one who lacked something of the softer
human qualities, he yet must have been counted a man of balance. If
sympathy, sentiment, were never his strong points, he was by no means
lacking in loyalty, kindliness, rightness of purpose. All his life,
achievement, achievement under the strictest canons of honesty, or
moral scruple, had been the motive urging him. He had seen neither to
the right nor to the left of these things.
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