Beth Norvell: A Romance of the WestParrish, Randall
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Beth Norvell: A Romance of the West
Parrish, Randall
Western stories; Women pioneers -- Fiction
Beth Norvell's eyes softened in sudden pity. The unconscious appeal
within that broken voice, which had lost all semblance of threat,
seemed to reveal instantly the whole sad story, and her heart gave
immediate response. She reached out, touching gently the hand in which
she saw the gleam of the knife-blade. There was no fear in her now,
nothing but an infinite womanly sympathy.
"He is nothing to me," she said, earnestly, "absolutely nothing. I
despise him--that is all. He is unworthy the thought of any woman."
The slender figure of the Mexican swayed as though stricken by a blow,
the fierce, tigerish passion dying out of her face, her free hand
seeking her throat as though choking.
"Nothing?" she gasped, incredulously. "_Sapristi_, I think you lie,
senorita. Nothing? Vy you go to him in secret? Vy you stay and talk
so long? I not understand."
"He sent for me; he wished me to aid him in a business matter."
The other stared incredulous, her form growing rigid with gathering
suspicion that this fair American was only endeavoring to make her a
fool through the use of soft speech. The white teeth gleamed again
maliciously.
"You speak false to Mercedes," she cried hotly, her voice trembling.
"Vy he send for you, senorita? You know him?"
There was a bare instant of seeming hesitation, then the quiet, better
controlled voice answered soberly:
"Yes, in the East, three years ago."
Like a flash of powder, the girl of the hot-blooded South burst into
fresh flame of passion, her foot stamping the floor, her black eyes
glowing with unrestrained anger.
"_Dios de Dios_! Eet ees as I thought. He lofe you, not Mercedes. Vy
I not kill you?--hey?"
Miss Norvell met her fiercely threatening look, her single step of
advance, without tremor or lowering of the eyes. She even released her
grasp upon the uplifted knife, as if in utter contempt. For a moment
they confronted each other, and then, as suddenly as she had broken
into flame, the excitable young Mexican burst into tears. As though
this unexpected exhibition of feeling had inspired the action, the
other as quickly decided upon her course.
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