"
"You are very kind, August."
After a little the young man quietly disengaged her hands from his arm
and led her to a seat.
"There, rest yourself, Victoria, while I look about the premises."
He snatched his gun and moved toward the door.
"Don't leave me, August."
"There is not the least danger now. That tramp will not return."
"He may."
"I will not be far away. If you were so fearful why did you not permit me
to take him to prison?"
"I don't know. I did not wish to appear against him, I suppose."
August Bordine smiled at the look that came to the face of the girl.
He had known Victoria Vane and her brother for several months. He was
never prepossessed in favor of her brother, and he often thought her
"soft," to use a vulgar expression.
"I do believe the girl would make love to me if I would permit it, by
giving her the least encouragement. The Vanes are queer and no mistake,"
remarked Bordine, to a young lady of his acquaintance, living in an
adjoining town.
Rose Alstine was plain and sensible, and took no offense at her lover's
referring to Miss Vane.
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