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Updated: June 25, 2025
Come now, will you go? Mr. Ferriss is in no danger, and you will do him more harm by staying than by going. So long as you remain here you will have this raft of people in the rooms at all hours. Deny yourself! Keep them out! Keep out the American reporter when he goes gunning for a returned explorer!
But in some way, never afterward sufficiently explained, the cutter under Ferriss's command was crushed in the floating ice within one hundred yards of the shore. The men and stores were landed the water being shallow enough for wading but the boat was a hopeless wreck. "I believe it's Cape Shelaski," said Bennett to Ferriss when camp had been made and their maps consulted.
Pitts' advice, had hidden himself away from everybody. Neither at his club nor at his hotel, where his mail accumulated in extraordinary quantities, had any forwarding address been left. Bennett would not even know that Ferriss had been moved to Medford. So much the worse. It could not be helped.
She waved her hand gayly, and Ferriss responded with the stump of one forearm. On the next day but one, a Friday, Lloyd was to go to the country. Every year in the heat of the summer Lloyd spent her short vacation in the sleepy and old-fashioned little village of Bannister. The country around the village was part of the Searight estate.
For one moment she even told herself she could not love him, but the next was willing to admit that it was only because of her love of him, as strong and deep as ever, that the humiliation cut so deeply and cruelly now. Ferriss had lied about her, and Bennett had believed the lie. To meet Bennett again under such circumstances was not to be thought of for one moment.
In choosing Quaker Hill soil they selected ground which after one hundred and sixty-seven years is the richest in the region, sustains the best dairies, and is able longer than any other in the neighborhood in time of drought to afford abundant green grass and verdure. To this place thus secluded, came Benjamin Ferriss in 1728, and Nathan Birdsall.
And he, Bennett, had been to blame. Was Ferriss conscious during that last moment? Did he know; would he, sometime, somewhere, know? It could not be said. Forever that must remain a mystery. And, after all, had Bennett done right in keeping Lloyd from the sick-room?
"It seems rather foolish," continued Bennett clumsily, "but if I thought she had ever cared for me in that way why, it would make this that is coming to us seem I don't know easier to be borne perhaps. I say it very badly, but it would not be so hard to die if I thought she had ever loved me a bit." Ferriss was thinking very fast. Why was it he had never guessed something like this?
The story that Ferriss had told to Bennett, that uncalled-for and inexplicable falsehood, was a thing forgotten. Death stood at the bed-head, and in that room the little things of life had no place. The king was holding court, and the swarm of small, everyday issues, like a crowd of petty courtiers, were not admitted to his presence. Ferriss' life was in danger. Lloyd saw no more than that.
The driver of the carriage jumped down and held the door for Ferriss, and the chief engineer stepped quickly toward her. So it was they met after four years and such years unexpectedly, without warning or preparation, and not at all as she had expected. What they said to each other in those first few moments Lloyd could never afterward clearly remember.
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