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`` Perhaps , I am near one of them now , '' he said -- and he kissed the spot . And that night and many others did the outlaw watch over the lonely cabin on the mountain side . And she , the outcast woman , slept within , unconscious that she was being protected by the man who had loved her all his life . The Watts children were up the next morning by four o'clock . Mrs. Watts ate , always , by candle-light . The sun , she thought , would be dishonored , were he to find her home in disorder , her breakfast uncooked , her day 's work not ready for her , with his first beams . For Mrs. Watts did not consider that arising at four , and cooking and sweeping and tidying up the cabin , and quarreling with the Bishop as `` a petty old bundle of botheration '' -- and storming around at the children -- all by sun-up -- this was not work at all .