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The Aiguille d'Argentière, I suppose, up which you were kind enough to accompany her, is not a very difficult mountain." "It depends upon the day," said Chayne, "and the state of the snow." "Yes, that is what I have gathered from the books. Every mountain may become dangerous." "Yes."
The peasants made him as comfortable as they could. "He will recover," said Simond. "Oh yes, he will recover. Two of us will stay with him." "No need for that," replied Garratt Skinner. "Thank you very much, but that is my duty since Hine is my friend." "I think not," said Chayne, standing quietly in front of Garratt Skinner. "Walter Hine will be safe enough in Simond's hands.
Even at this hour when the basin of the valley was filled with sunshine that one corner at the head of the Glacier d'Argentière was still dead white, dead black. She shivered once more as she looked at it so grim and so menacing the rock-wall seemed, so hard and steep the riband of ice. Then Chayne joined her on the ridge.
"That was Archie Parminter's. He left it behind." "Yes," said Sylvia, finding here a suspicion confirmed. "But he left it for you?" "And if I did take it," said Hine, turning irritably to her, "what can it matter to you? I believe that what your father says is true." "What does he say?" "That you care for Captain Chayne, and that it's no use for any one else to think of you." Sylvia started.
Walter Hine was, indeed, indignant. "Why did you ask him to come again?" he asked, angrily, as the garden door closed upon Chayne. Garratt Skinner laid his hand on Walter Hine's arm. "Don't you worry, Wallie," he said, confidentially. "Every time Chayne comes here he loses ten marks. Give him rope! He does not, after all, know a great deal of geography."
She did not turn her face toward her lover; but she drooped her head and clenched her hands tightly together upon her knees, nerving herself for the blow. The movement, slight though it was, stirred Chayne to pity and hurt him with an intolerable pain. It betrayed so unmistakably the long habit of suffering. She sat silent, motionless, with the dumb patience of a wounded animal.
Gradually Hine regained a little strength. His numbed limbs began to come painfully to life. He began to move slowly of his own accord, supported by his rescuers. They reached the ice-ridge. It had no terrors now for Walter Hine. "He had better be tied close between Pierre and myself," said Garratt Skinner. "We came up that way." "Between Simond and Droz," said Chayne, quietly.
"You see, monsieur, there is very little snow this year," said Michel, chipping steps so that he and Chayne might round the corner of a wide crevasse. "Yes, but it does not follow that he slipped," said Chayne, hotly, for he was beginning to resent that explanation as an imputation against his friend.
Adrian helped Doria to alight, and to Doria then, for the first time, was presented Jaffery Chayne. Jaffery blinked at her oddly as he held her little gloved fingers in his enormous hand.
Kenyon in London?" he asked, and the man-servant replied to his great relief: "Yes, sir, but he is not yet at home." "I will wait for him," said Chayne. He was shown into the study and left there with a lighted lamp. The room was lined with books from floor to ceiling. Chayne mounted a ladder and took down from a high corner some volumes bound simply in brown cloth.
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