"Well?"
"Even when I was a child, dey laid ever'thin' awn to me."
"I know."
"Well, you say ''Polyte, I trus' you. You tek care ob me.'"
"Yes, that is what I say."
"Well, Miss Calline, you gwine be teken cah ob!"
"I am sure of it. Good-bye, 'Polyte."
As she rode away, Carolina's shoulders drooped until she seemed fairly to shrink in her saddle.
"If he had touched me--oh, my God!--if he had touched me, I would have killed myself!"
She bowed her face in her hands, and the bitter tears streamed through her fingers.