American prose literature; English prose literature; Narration (Rhetoric)
We were both hungry when she awoke, and in the total darkness we
felt about for the dinner-basket, in which were the dinners of the
children of the McConkey family with whom she had boarded, and who
had gone home at noon, because the fuel was gone. We ate frozen pie,
and frozen boiled eggs, and frozen bread and butter; and then lay
talking and caressing each other for hours. We talked about the poor
horses, for which Virginia felt a deep pity, out there in the fierce
storm and the awful cold. We talked of the beautiful cutter; and
finally, I explained the way in which I had robbed Gowdy of horses
and robes and sleigh, and dog.
“He can never have the dog back,” said she. “And to think that I am
hiding out in a strawstack with a robber and a horse-thief!”
Then she said she reckoned we’d have to join the Bunker gang, if we
could find any of it to join. Certainly we should be fugitives from
justice when the storm was over; but she for herself would rather be
a fugitive always with me than to be rescued by “that man”--and it
was lucky for him, too, she said, that I had licked him and shut him
up in a house where he would be warm and fed; because he never would
have been able to save himself in this awful storm as I had done.
Nobody could have done so well as I had done. I had snatched her from
the very jaws of death.
“Then,” said I, “you’re mine.”
“Of course I am,” she said. “I’ve been yours ever since we lived
together so beautifully on the road, and in our Grove of Destiny. Of
course I’m yours--and you are mine, Teunis--ain’t you?”
“Then,” said I, “just as soon as we get out of here, we’ll be
married.”
It took argument to establish this point, but the jury was with me
from the start; and finally nothing stood between me and a verdict
but the fact that she must finish her term of school. I urged upon
her that my house was nearer the school than was McConkey’s, and she
could finish it if she chose. Then she said she didn’t believe it
would be legal for Virginia Vandemark to finish a contract signed by
Virginia Royall--and pretty soon I realized that she was making fun
of me, and I her and kissed her until she begged my pardon.
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