Kneebone," observed
Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape,
and hopes to accomplish it to-night. “Well,” he said,
argumentatively, “it IS. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as
she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. I feel almost inclined to regret the fact. “It’s glorious good!”
“Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond
—do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more
below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our
arms about each other. She thought then that she
had shaken off the man of the bulging blue eyes forever, but that night she found
he followed her into her dreams.
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