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Bonner, Geraldine, 1870-1930

"The Emigrant Trail"

But you're not the girl to let him do
that. You'll come back to me--the man that you belong to, that's loved
you since the day we started."
To her at this naked hour, where nothing lived but the truth, the
thought that he would take her back with the other man's kisses on her
lips, made her unsparing. She drew back from him, stiffening in
shocked repugnance, and speaking with the same chill deliberation.
"I'll never come back to you. It's all over, that love with you. I
didn't know. I didn't feel. I was a child with no sense of what she
was doing. Now everything's different. It's he I must go with and be
with as long as I live."
The hideousness of the discovery had been made the night before. Had
her words been his first intimation they might have shocked him into
stupefied dumbness and made him seem the hero who meets his fate with
closed lips. But hours long he had brooded and knew her severance from
him had taken place. With the mad insistance of a thought whirling on
in fevered repetition he had told himself that he must win her back,
urge, struggle, plead, till he had got her where she was before or lose
her forever.


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