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[Georgetta <sto...@no...>]

Ed, taking his hand in hers and stroking it. "You must have been
ridiculously handsome, when you were young. And you must always have
been strong and brave and clever. I can see such a lot of women falling
in love with you. But not the artistic woman." "It wasn't so incongruous
at the time," he answered. "My father had sent me out to America to
superintend a contract. It was the first time I had ever been away from
home, though I was nearly thirty; and all my pent-up youth rushed out of
me at once. It was a harum-scarum fellow, mad with the joy of life, that
made love to her; not the man who went out, nor the man who came back.
It was at San Francisco that I met her. She was touring the Western
States; and I let everything go to the wind and followed her. It seemed
to me that Heaven had opened up to me. I fought a duel in Colorado with
a man who had insulted her. The law didn't run there in those days; and
three of his hired gunmen, as they called them, held us up that night in
the train and gave her the alternative of going back with them and
kissing him or seeing me dead at her fee