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God's Country-And the Woman

Chapter 8 EIGHT

Word Count: 847    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

berately placing himself at the mercy of a wolf-pack. Josephine may have guessed the effect of the savage spectacle he had beheld from the canoe, for she was clos

ers, but will fight for anything that I touch. So I will lead you." She turned with him toward the pack,

ind them. Also he knew that Jean was ahead of them now. He did not speak, nor did Josephine offer to break the silence again. Still letting her hand rest in his she followed close behind the half-breed. Her hand was so cold that Philip invo

brought them out of the forest trail, and the blackness ahead was

night," apologized the girl ne

ow. As they advanced toward it a great shadow grew out of the gloom; and then, all at once, it seemed as if a curtain of the forest had been drawn aside, and away beyond the looming shadow Philip saw the glow of a camp-fire. From that distant fire there came the challenging howl of a dog, and instantly it was taken up by a score of fierce

hine

ith Jean?" she whispered. "I will try and see you again to-night, when I

ard her. "We will follow," he sa

pity; and as Josephine drew her hand from Philip's and wen

d, however it may effect you, M'sieur, I ask you not to show the horror of it, but to have pity. You have perhaps known many women, but you have never known one like our Josephine. In her soul is the purity of the blue skies, the sweetness of the

bling strangely at Jean Croi

Jean, I s

paused for a moment, and was lo

have promised, M'sieur Philip Darcambal. For from this hour on you are Philip Darcambal, o

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