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her hair flying, her eyes sparkling, her white handkerchief waving, and her white teeth flashing a last "good-by." We waved our hats in return. And then Yuba Bill, as if fearful of further fascination, madly lashed his horses forward, and we sank back in our seats. We exchanged not a word until we reached the North Fork, and the stage drew up at the Independence House. Then, the Judge leading, we walked into the bar-room and took our places gravely at the bar.
"Are your glasses charged, gentlemen?" said the Judge, solemnly taking off his white hat.
They were.
"Well, then, here's to Miggles, God bless her!"
Perhaps He had. Who knows?
