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“Yes, sir; but nothing worse than marriage!”

“Child!” I exclaimed. “Where have you lived to belie the pitiful youth of you with such a worldly-worn and bitter tongue? I tell you all men are not of that stripe! Do you not believe me?”

“Birds sing, sir.”

“Will you come into camp?” I repeated hotly.

“And if I will not?”

“Then, by heaven, I’ll carry you in my arms! Will you come?”

She laughed at me, dangerously calm, seated herself, picked up the partly eaten food, and began to consume it with all the insolent leisure in the world.