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Updated: June 20, 2025
Its topmost sprays towered two hundred feet above them, and the great trunk ran a stupendous column to the vault of dusky green above. It was, however, the men who most attracted Deringham's attention, and he stood for a moment watching them.
Neither spoke for a moment, but the half-amiable condescension in Miss Deringham's attitude was a trifle too marked. "I am afraid that is all we can tell you," she said. "Mr. Alton has evidently met with a serious accident, and we are going up at once to Somasco to see what we can do for him." Deringham moved a trifle and glanced at his daughter.
Still, I have hopes of coming to terms with him. The charges upon the land are very burdensome." Alice Deringham's face grew a trifle scornful. "You will do your best," she said. "The thought of one of these half-civilized axemen living at Carnaby is almost distressful to me. In fact, I feel a curious dislike to the man even before I have seen him."
Its driver pulled up, and regarded them with placid astonishment, but he was amenable to the influence of Deringham's wallet, and they took their places in the vehicle. There was nothing remarkable about the man, and he ruminated gravely when as they stopped to let the horses drink Deringham asked him a question concerning their late companion. "It might have been Thomson," he said.
It might have been better if you had gone on to our friends, the Fords, at Vancouver." Alice Deringham laughed a little. "I don't think you need worry. Mr. Alton will, no doubt, take us in," she said. "A little primitive barbarity would not be unpleasant as a novelty." A trace of something very like anger crept into Deringham's eyes.
There's lots of information lying round that should be useful to you. Anyway, you made a big mistake when you took up the Peveril. Dropped a good many dollars that time, didn't you?" Deringham's face grew a trifle grim. "As you probably know just what the mistake cost us there is no use in me denying it," said he.
A woman whom she did not know clumsily took her wrappings from her, and then led her into a room where Seaforth drew a chair up to a table beside the stove. Alice Deringham's head was throbbing, but she could see that he was white and haggard. "How is he?" she said, and the tingling pain grew more pronounced as she waited the answer. Seaforth's face was very grave.
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