’ ‘Uh-oh,’ came from her infuriating suitor and his eyes dropped to the weapon she was dragging from the holster under her petticoat. And they admired Kent sedulously from the windows. You women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers. ’ A peal of delighted laughter greeted this threat. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. ‘I agree with you.
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