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Curwood, James Oliver, 1879-1927

"The Flaming Forest"

For a space she looked
after him. Then in a swift movement she closed the door and faced
Carrigan. She did not speak, but waited. Her head was high. She
was breathing quickly. The tenderness that a moment before had
filled her face was gone, and in her eyes was the blaze of
fighting fires as she waited for him to speak--to give voice to
what she knew was passing in his mind.


XI
For a space there was silence between Carrigan and St. Pierre's
wife. He knew what she was thinking as she stood with her back to
the door, waiting half defiantly, her cheeks still flushed, her
eyes bright with the anticipation of battle. She was ready to
fight for the broken creature on the other side of the door. She
expected him to give no quarter in his questioning of her, to
corner her if he could, to demand of her why the deformed giant
had spoken the name of the man he was after, Black Roger Audemard.
The truth hammered in David's brain. It had not been a delusion of
his fevered mind after all; it was not a possible deception of the
half-breed's, as he had thought last night. Chance had brought him
face to face with the mystery of Black Roger.


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