"But it is gone; I cannot get it back; it will not come."
"Give me yourself," McLane said, drawing her towards him; "the refinements I do not care about. Be mine!"
The girl allowed herself to be brought nearly to his side, and, as he bent to kiss her with his large, complacent lips, she glided from his hands.
"I could never stoop," said Hulda, "to be even the wife of a negro dealer."
He colored to the eyes, yet with admiration of her almost aristocratic composure.
"You could not stoop to me?" he said "Not from your father's gallows?"
"No; he was a robber, but a bold one. You only receive the goods."
She was gone; and he stood, with evil lights in his face, but no shame. He drank some brandy from a flask, and murmured, "Now I have an insult to revenge, as well as a fancy to be gratified; her father must have been a cool rogue. Well, everything has to be done by force here; Patty Cannon shall see my gold."