Do you understand? I want to marry you."
"Oh, don't say that!" she cried, stopping short, her voice disturbed,
but kindly, gentle and strong. "Don't say that," she repeated, "for, of
course, that is impossible."
"Impossible!" he exclaimed angrily.
"Yes," she said, her voice still quiet and steady, "quite impossible.
But I love you for saying it, oh--," she suddenly caught her breath.
"Oh, I love you for saying it." Then pointing up the road she cried,
"Look! Some one for you, I am sure." A horseman was galloping swiftly
towards them.
"Oh hang it all!" said Cameron. "What the deuce does he want now?"
"We must talk this out again, Mandy," he said.
"No, no!" she cried, "never again. Please don't, ever again; I could not
bear it. But I shall always remember, and--I am so glad." As she spoke,
her hands, with her old motion, went to her heart.
"Oh the deuce take it!" said Cameron as the Sergeant flung his horse
back on his heels at their side. "What does he want?"
"Constable Cameron," said the Sergeant in a voice of sharp command,
"there's a row on. Constable Scott has been very badly handled in trying
to make an arrest. You are to report at once for duty."
"All right, Sir," said Cameron, "I shall return immediately."
The Sergeant wheeled and was gone.
"You must go!" cried Mandy, quick fear springing into her eyes.
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