"And out of Mesa City?" Then, with an attempt at carelessness, "Of course we'll all miss you," she said dully. "And out of Mesa City?" Then, with an attempt at carelessness, "Of course we'll all miss you," she said dully. "Don't! You mustn't speak to me in that way. I've always been pretty decent to you. You've never believed in me, but that's because you've never believed in any man. I've tried to show you how differently I felt——" "Don't! You mustn't speak to me in that way. I've always been pretty decent to you. You've never believed in me, but that's because you've never believed in any man. I've tried to show you how differently I felt——" "By kissing me?" she mocked scornfully. "By kissing me?" she mocked scornfully. Bent changed his tone. "See here, Camilla," he said, "I'm not in a mood to be trifled with. I can't go away from here and leave you in this God-forsaken hole. There isn't a person here fit for you to associate with. It will drive you mad in another year. Do you ever try to picture what your future out here is going to be?" Bent changed his tone. "See here, Camilla," he said, "I'm not in a mood to be trifled with. I can't go away from here and leave you in this God-forsaken hole. There isn't a person here fit for you to associate with. It will drive you mad in another year. Do you ever try to picture what your future out here is going to be?" "Haven't I?" bitterly. "Haven't I?" bitterly. "You've seen them out on the ranches, haven't you? Slabsided, gingham scarecrows in sunbonnets, brown and wrinkled like dried peaches, moving all day from kitchen to bedroom, from bedroom to barn, and back again——" "You've seen them out on the ranches, haven't you? Slabsided, gingham scarecrows in sunbonnets, brown and wrinkled like dried peaches, moving all day from kitchen to bedroom, from bedroom to barn, and back again——" "Yes, yes," said Camilla, her head in her hands. "I've seen them." "Yes, yes," said Camilla, her head in her hands. "I've seen them." "Without one thought in life but the successes of their husbands—the hay crop, the price of cattle; without other diversion
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