His Other Wife: A Novel — page 86: what you’re looking at

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78 : RACHEL. ‘¢Gathered an armful of the rocks till I had about the same weight as your body, and I fixed them in such a manner as there’d be no danger of their rolling. I put moss between them, you know.” “‘And then the i ‘‘And then the place got very dark, and I stepped out to look at the grave they had made for you.” “Ah! the sweet, clean, quiet new grave that I should have rested in so sweetly, as my love had put me to sleep, if you had only let me alone!” He seemed quite used to this lament in this place, for he paused till it was over, and then went on: ‘‘T managed to stay and mix in with the crowd who came to the funeral. I saw them bear out the coffin, and ower it in the grave and cover it up, and heard the final hymn sung over the mound of yellow earth.” ‘‘And my love cried over the grave of his poor, tire- some wife that he had put to sleep?” “Yes, he wept very dzHerly/” Here the Indian turned his face away that Rachel might not see its angry look. It always made her furious to think that he or any one blamed Mathew Croft for poison- ing her. She smiled at his last words with a sort of ecstasy, as she murmured: ‘‘Wasn’t it worth dying for to have Azs tears fall for me? - You see he ad to poison me—it was the only way to be rid of me; but he was sorry for me because he could not love me.” Ty Eomicbooks.¢co