The faint music mocked them.
"And you dared to come to the dance? We must go. Look, there are
horses! We'll ride off into the mountains, and they'll never find
us--we'll--"
"Hush! One day's riding would kill you--riding as I ride."
"I'm strong--very strong, and the love of you, Pierre, will give me
more strength. But quickly, for if they knew you, every man in that
place would come armed and ready to kill. I know, for I've heard them
talk. Tell me, are one-half of all the terrible things they say--"
"They are true, I guess."
"I won't think of them. Whatever you've done, it was not you, but some
devil that forced you on. Pierre, I love you more than ever. Will you
go East with me, and home? We will lose ourselves in New York. The
millions of the crowd will hide us."
"Mary, there are some men from whom even the night can't hide me. If
they were blind their hate would give them eyes to find me."
"Pierre, you are not turning away from me--Pierre--There's some ghost
of a chance for us. Will you take that chance and come with me?"
He thought of many things, but what he answered was: "I will.
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