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, in the confidence of the highest--to the highest. Don't turn from me.
I am offering you no bribe, Clarence, only your deserts. Come with me.
Leave these curs behind, and live the hero that you are!" He turned his
blazing eyes upon her. "If you were a man"--he began passionately, then
stopped. "No! I am only a woman and must fight in a woman's way," she
interrupted bitterly. "Yes! I intreat, I implore, I wheedle, I flatter,
I fawn, I lie! I creep where you stand upright, and pass through doors
to which you would not bow. You wear your blazon of honor on your
shoulder; I hide mine in a slave's gown. And yet I have worked and
striven and suffered! Listen, Clarence," her voice again sank to its
appealing minor,--"I know what you men call 'honor,' that which makes
you cling to a merely spoken word, or an empty oath. Well, let that
pass! I am weary; I have done my share of this work, you have done
yours. Let us both fly; let us leave the fight to those who shall come
after us, and let us go together to some distant land where the sounds
of these guns or the blood of our brothers no longer cry out to us for
vengeance! There are those living here--I have met them, Clarence," she
went on hurriedly, "who think it wrong to lift up fratricidal hands in
the struggle, yet who cannot live under the Northern yoke. They are,"
her voice hesitated, "good men and women--they are respected--they
are"-- "Recreants and slaves, before whom you, spy as you are--stand a
queen!" broke in Brant, passionately. He stopped and turned towards the
window. After a pause he came back again towards the bed--paused again
and then said in a lower voice--"Four years ago, Alice, in the patio of
our house at Robles, I might have listened to this proposal, and--I trem
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