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The man's interest in her was still further whetted, till, in time, he finally realized that the long anticipated move upwards, which he was preparing for, could no longer be made alone. These were the thoughts occupying him now as he stared out through the dusty window at the scattered houses which lined Amberley's main street.
To such a declaration as this, modesty forbade any reply, and the two went on in silence to the cabin door, closely followed by the white-nosed gourmand. Outside the lean-to was a bench, roughly modelled on Amberley's recollection of the settle outside his mother's kitchen door.
On every hand were snowy summits forming a titanic ring which seemed to concentrate upon Lame Gulch; and much of the sense of aloofness and security which was the chief element in Amberley's content came from the illusion which he carefully guarded, that that wall of giants really was impenetrable.
Amberley's cold hands and feet, and blew up the fire. Suddenly her mother threw an arm round her neck. "Oh, Susy, must you go?" Susy kissed her. "I should come back" she said after a moment in a low troubled voice. "Let me get this training, and then if you want me, darling, I'll come back." "Can't you be happy with us, Susy?"
These were some of the endless pros and cons he debated with his lieutenant, Sergeant McBain, when they sat together planning their next campaign, while awaiting Amberley's reply to both the report of failure, and plea for the future. But Fyles's anxieties were far deeper than McBain's, who was equally involved in the failure. He had far more at stake.
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