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Curwood, James Oliver, 1879-1927

"The Flaming Forest"

"Perhaps, in some nice, quiet place,
he will follow the advice Bateese gave you--tie a stone round my
neck and sink me to the bottom of the river."
"Perhaps. But I don't think he will do that I should object to
it."
"Oh, you would!"
"Yes. St. Pierre is big and strong, afraid of nothing in the
world, but he will do anything for me. I don't think he would kill
you if I asked him not to." She turned to resume her task of
cleaning up the breakfast things.
With a sudden movement David swung one of the' big chairs close to
her. "Please sit down," he commanded. "I can talk to you better
that way. As an officer of the law it is my duty to ask you a few
questions. It rests in your power to answer all of them or none of
them. I have given you my word not to act until I have seen St.
Pierre, and I shall keep that promise. But when we do meet I shall
act largely on the strength of what you tell me during the next
tea minutes. Please sit down!"


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In that big, deep chair which must have been St. Pierre's own,
Marie-Anne sat facing Carrigan. Between its great arms her slim
little figure seemed diminutive and out of place. Her brown eyes
were level and clear, waiting.


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