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The Hussy |
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"That night, sitting by the fire like at a funeral, Vahna really loosened up for the first time. "'Don't go,' she says to me, with old Paloma nodding agreement with her. 'I'll show you where my brother got the nugget, if you don't go.' 'Too late,' said I. And I told her why. "And told her about me waiting for you back in Nebraska," Mrs. Jones observed in cold, passionless tones. "Now, Sarah, why should I hurt a poor Indian girl's feelings? Of course I didn't. "Well, she and Paloma talked Indian some more, and then Vahna says: 'If you stay, I'll show you the biggest nugget that is the father of all other nuggets.' 'How big?' I asked. 'As big as me?' She laughed. 'Bigger than you,' she says, 'much, much bigger.' 'They don't grow that way,' I said. But she said she'd seen it and Paloma backed her up. Why, to listen to them you'd have thought there was millions in that one nugget. Paloma 'd never seen it herself, but she'd heard about it. A secret of the tribe which she couldn't share, being only half Indian herself." Julian Jones paused and heaved a sigh. "And they kept on insisting until I fell for - " "The hussy," said Mrs. Jones, pert as a bird, at the ready instant. |
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