We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that terrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his knees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on. He had already spoken his mind on the folly of allowing a clearly dangerous female to escape a second time. But one changes the style of one's clothes yearly. I might have known it. But I don’t want to. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. Her hair once more was arranged with its old simplicity.
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