The haste to send her upon her way now had but one interpretation—the recognition of his own immediate danger, the fear that if this tender association continued, he would end in offering her a calamity quite as impossible as that which had happened—the love of a man who was in all probability older than her father! The hurt was no less intensive because it was so ridiculous. ‘You would like? And do you imagine that I will tell you?’ ‘Won’t you?’ ‘No, a thousand times. I want him as my friend. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. And Teddy declared himself ready to go to the ends of the earth for her, and carry her luggage all the way. I hate what I am. ‘So are you.
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