"
"Beware the devil, my man! He's a cheat and a tempter, and none can
say they ar' safe with his awful delusions before their eyes! Take the
advice of one who has the honour of your name at heart, and send the
tawny Jezebel away."
The squatter laid his broad hand on her shoulder, and looking her
steadily in the eye, he answered, in tones that were both stern and
solemn--
"Woman, we have that before us which calls our thoughts to other
matters than the follies you mean. Remember what is to come, and put
your silly jealousy to sleep."
"It is true, it is true," murmured his wife, moving back among her
daughters; "God forgive me, that I should forget it!"
"And now, young man; you, who have so often come into my clearing,
under the pretence of lining the bee into his hole," resumed Ishmael,
after a momentary pause, as if to recover the equilibrium of his mind,
"with you there is a heavier account to settle. Not satisfied with
rummaging my camp, you have stolen a girl who is akin to my wife, and
who I had calculated to make one day a daughter of my own.
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