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They could tell me nothing; nor did I meet her again during the remainder of my stay in Croyden, although I never went anywhere without looking for her, and haunted the pine valley daily, in the hope of seeing her again. My disappointment was so bitter that I laughed at myself.
At the mention of her name the girl blushed for a moment and seemed about to say something, but stopped. "Where are we?" she queried presently. "I don't know," I answered, as cheerily as I could, "but I am going to find out." "How brave you are!" Miss Croyden exclaimed. "Not at all," I said, putting as much heartiness into my voice as I was able to. The girl watched my preparations with interest.
They turned and looked searchingly towards the place where we were concealed. Their faces were in plain sight. As I looked at that of the woman I felt my heart cease beating and the colour leave my face. I looked into Edith's face. It was as pale as mine. "What does it mean?" she whispered. "Miss Croyden," I answered, "Edith it means this. I have never found the courage to tell you.
With some tackle from the raft I had made myself a set of harness, by means of which I hitched myself to a boulder. By getting Miss Croyden to beat me over the back with a stick, I found that I made fair progress. But even as I worked thus for our common comfort, my mind was fiercely filled with the thought of Edith Croyden. I knew that if once the barriers broke everything would be swept away.
Lives in Croyden now used to live up the river at Chiselhurst. Didn't you ever chance across her when you were in Croyden?" "No," I said. "If I had I wouldn't have forgotten her face." "Well, she'd be only a kid then, of course. She's twenty-six now. Marian is a mighty nice girl, but she's bound to be an old maid. She's got notions ideals, she calls 'em.
"As best you could, you constructed a raft, and with such haste as you might you placed on it such few things " "Exactly," he said, "a chronometer, a sextant " "I know," I continued, "two quadrants, a bucket of water, and a lightning rod. I presume you picked up Clara floating in the sea." "I did," Croyden said; "she was unconscious when I got her, but by rubbing "
Clara was to go there on a separate ship, giving me the choice of oceans. Had I met Edith Croyden three months later I should have been a man free to woo and win her. As it was I was bound. I must put a clasp of iron on my feelings. I must wear a mask. Cheerful, helpful, and full of narrative, I must yet let fall no word of love to this defenceless girl.
I had met Peter ten years before when I had gone east to visit my father's people and had spent a few weeks with an uncle in Croyden. The Austins lived across the street from Uncle Tom, and Peter and I had struck up a friendship, although he was a hobbledehoy of awkward sixteen and I, at twenty-two, was older and wiser and more dignified than I've ever been since or ever expect to be again.
"Why, we know them too. Don't you remember, Harold, the Sunday we spent with them on the Hudson?" Instinctively we had all jumped for cover, behind the rocks. "Whatever shall we do?" I exclaimed. "We must get our things," said Edith Croyden. "Jack, if your suit is ready run and get it and stop the launch. Mrs. Borus and Mr.
Our meal over, I rose. "I will leave you here a little," I said, "while I explore." With no great difficulty I made my way through the scrub and climbed the eminence of tumbled rocks that shut in the view. On my return Miss Croyden was still seated by the fire, her head in her hands. "Miss Croyden," I said, "we are on an island." "Is it inhabited?" she asked. "Once, perhaps, but not now.
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