"This is the place at which you were to leave us; good-by."
"Can you tolerate me no longer, Nora?"
"You said at San Buenaventura you would try my patience only till here. How long do you want me to tolerate you, then?"
"As long as I live. Why should we ever part? Be my wife, Nora," and he drew her close to him, pressing his lips on hers; and she did not shrink away from him, but threw her arm around his neck, to bend his head down for another kiss.
"But you would never have married me—a poor man," he says, bantering.
"Nor would you have married me—a divorced woman," she returns, demurely.
JUANITA.
"Every man in the settlement started out after him; but he got away, and was never heard of again."