He has not been in Glencaid for two years, until
yesterday. The Indian rising has driven all the miners out from the
Black Range, and he came down here for no other purpose than to get a
glimpse of me, and learn how I was getting on. I--I saw him over at
the hotel just for a moment--Mrs. Guffy handed me a note--and I--I had
only just left him when I encountered you at the door. I wanted to see
him again, to talk with him longer, but I couldn't manage to get away
from you, and I didn't know what to do. There, I've told it all; do
you really think I am so very bad, because--because I like Bob Hampton?"
He stood a moment completely nonplussed, yet compelled to answer.
"I certainly have no right to question your motives," he said, at last,
"and I believe your purposes to be above reproach. I wish I might give
the same credit to this man Hampton. But, Miss Naida, the world does
not often consent to judge us by our own estimation of right and wrong;
it prefers to place its own interpretation on acts, and thus often
condemns the innocent. Others might not see this as I do, nor have
such unquestioning faith in you.
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