SON OF THE WIND
woman's business." He emphasized each word with a nod of his head. "You keep out of it!"
Her eyes opened wide as if to take in to the full the altered circumstance confronting her. "Yes, yes, yes!" The words broke from her in a wail more of fury than of sorrow. "I'll keep out of it! I will never see that again! I'll not see you again! Never, in all my life!" She made a wild gesture of hands, sweeping everything away from her.
"Of course, you'll see me again," he said, indignant she should impugn his honor. "I shall be back to-morrow."
"Once you are out of here, don't come back."
He looked at her in stupefaction. What she was saying seemed to him a most absurd and ridiculous thing. Planted there in front of them she appeared as immovable as marble. With a last passionate outburst all feeling in her seemed to have spent itself. Her eyes had a blind look as though they were fixed so steadily on her one determination they could not take in anything else. "I will never see you again," she said slowly. "I wish you had died before I had seen you, before you had done all this harm."
"Blanche!" Mrs. Rader's voice crying out drove against Carron's ears, a cross current in the conflict. The sudden appearance of her with her loosened hair, and the drapery of her blown shawl was like a
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