"
"Thou canst have no difficulty in admitting that thou art comely, since
the eye itself will support thy belief; nor can one of so quick speech
fail to know that her wit is sharper than common. Thus far, I admit, the
name of Faith will not surely belie thy character."
"If Eben Dudley hear thee use such vanity-stirring discourse," returned
the half-pleased girl, "he might give thee less credit for wit than thou
seemest willing to yield to others. I hear his heavy foot among the
cattle, and ere long we shall be sure to see a face that hath little more
of lightness to boast."
"This Eben Dudley is a personage of no mean importance, I find!" muttered
the other, continuing his walk, as the borderer named made his appearance
at another entrance of the pen. The glances exchanged between them were
far from friendly, though the woodsman permitted the stranger to pass
without any oral expression of displeasure.
"The skittish heifer is getting gentle at last, Faith Ring,", said the
borderer; casting the but of his musket on the ground with a violence that
left a deep impression on the faded sward at his feet.
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