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Title: Lonesome land
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Bower, B. M., 1874-1940 Wood, Stanley, 1866-1928, ill Little, Brown and Company. pbl University Press (Cambridge, Mass.) prt
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tears. Kent faced about and laid both his hands upon hershoulders. His face was very tender and rather sad,and if she had only understood as well as he did — Butshe did not. Little woman, listen here, he said. You re playinghard luck, and I know it; maybe I dont know just howhard — but maybe I can kinda give a guess. If you 11think of me as your friend — your pal, and if you 11always tell yourself that your pal is going to stand byyou, no matter what comes, why — all right. He caughthis breath. She smiled up at him, honestly pleased, wholly withoutguile — and wholly blind. Id rather have such afriend, just now, than anything I know, except— Butif your sweetheart should object — could you — His fingers gripped her shoulders tighter for just asecond, and he let her go. I guess that part 11 be ailright, he rejoined in a tone she could not quite fathom.I never had one in m Ufe. Why, you poor thing! She stood back and tiltedh^ head at him. You poor — pal. I II have to see
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Little woman, listen here/ he said. You re playing hardluck, and I know it. Pa^e SI4. A COMPACT 215 about that immediately. Every young man wants asweetheart — at least, all the young men I ever knewwanted one, and — And I 11 gamble they all wanted the same one, hehinted wickedly, feeling himself unreasonably happyover something he could not quite put into words, evenif he had dared. Oh, no. Hardly ever the same one, luckily. Do youknow — pal, I ve quite forgotten what it was all about —the unburdening of my soul, I mean. After all, I thinkI must have been just lonesome. The country is justas big, but it is nt quite so — so empty, you see. Are ntyou awfully vain, to see how you have peopled it withyour friendship? She clasped her hands behind herand regarded him speculatively. I hope, Mr. Cowboy,you re in earnest about this, she observed doubtfully. I hope you have imagination enough to see it is ntsilly, because if I suspected you were nt playing fair, andwould go away and

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