"You are going to send me--away? Where?"
"Only until White returns, little girl. See here, dear, you and I are
quite gloriously mad, but others are stupidly sane and we've got to
think of them."
Truedale was talking over her head, but already Nella-Rose accepted this
as a phase of their new relations. A mountain man might still love his
woman even if he beat her and, while Nella-Rose would have scorned the
suggestion that she was a mountain woman, she did seriously believe that
men were different from women and that was the end of the matter!
"You run along, small girl of mine--the skies are clear, the sun
warm--but I want you to meet me at three o'clock at the spot where the
trail joins the road. I will be there and I will wait for you."
"But why?--why?" The blue-gray eyes were troubled.
"Sweetheart, we're going to find that minister of yours if we have to
travel from one end of the hills to the other!"
"But we-all are married!" This with a little gasp. "Back on the hill,
when you told God and said He understood; then we-all were married."
"And so we were, my sweet, no minister could make you more mine than
you already are, but the others--your people. Should they try to
separate us they might cause trouble and the minister can make it
impossible for any one to take you away from my love and care."
And at that moment Truedale actually believed what he said.
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