"Deena," he said, not even knowing he had used her name, "do you really want me to go on this hopeless errand? Think of its utter uselessness-the time that has elapsed, the impossibility of penetrating into such a country in the advancing winter. It is the first of February, and I could not get there before March; it would be already their autumn. By this time he has either reached help or he is beyond it.
"
At the beginning of his speech Deena's pale face flushed, but as he went on setting forth the obstacles to his going she seemed to harden in her scorn.
"Oh, yes," she sneered. "Let him die! It is cold in Patagonia for a gently nurtured person like Mr.
French. Simeon is poor in friends-he only had one besides his wife, and that one is a fair-weather friend. But I'll go-I am not afraid of privation.
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