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of men in the bunk house. Marciacross as two sticks because she was only there to talk to Macartney herself
had Paulette's seat by the fire. I sat down by the table where Paulette was writingmore sideways than behind
her.
If I had chosen to look I could have read every word she was writing. But naturally I was not choosing tofor
one thingand for another my eyes were glued to her face. Something in the look of her gave me a sick shock.
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She was deadly paleand under the light of Charliet's half-trimmed lamp I saw the blue marks under her eyes
and the tight look round the nostrils that only come to a woman's face when she is fighting something that is
pretty nearly past herand is next door to despair. She looked hunted; that was the only word there was for it.
It struck me that look must stop. If I had to march her out into the bush with me by force next morningI
meant to get a solitary talk with her; find out what her mysterious business was at La Chance with a man who
had laid up for our gold; andwith any lucktransfer the hunted look to the face of the man who was hounding
her--for I felt certain he was still hanging around La Chance.
After that--but there could be no after that to matter to mewith a dream girl who yilai:
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