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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Yes, and breakfast will be ready; I must not be late." "Is Sefton with you?" he asked suddenly. "No; he is at Oatlands; he is not coming until Saturday week." "I am sorry to hear it; he would have helped me in a great difficulty. Sefton has always been my friend. Miss Lambert, I confess I don't clearly see my way. I can hardly present myself at Glenyan Mansions, and yet how am I to see Edna?
As it leaped to a still nearer place Yan got a dim view of a curious four-cornered face, shaggy and striped, like the one he saw so long ago in Glenyan it was an enormous Lynx.
He let him go without even learning his name or address. When it was too late, Yan awoke to his blunder. He haunted all those woods in hopes of chancing on him there again, but he never did. Glenyan Oh! what a song the Wild Geese sang that year! How their trumpet clang went thrilling in his heart, to smite there new and hidden chords that stirred and sang response.
He, the head of the house, a man of force and success, had treated Yan with respect. Yan was enough like his own father to glory in the unwonted taste; and like that other rugged stranger long ago in Glenyan, Raften had also given him sympathy. Instead of considering his Woodcraft pursuits mere trifling, the farmer had furthered them, and even joined to follow for a time.
"But of course one meets every one at Brighton, so I ought not to be surprised. I only came down last night, and I have already exchanged greetings with half a dozen acquaintances. Have you been here long?" "About ten days. I am staying with the Sefton's at Glenyan Mansions. Mrs. Sefton and Edna are both here." "Edna here?" and then he bit his lip, and a dark flush crossed his face.
Now he remembered that voice in Glenyan so long ago, and told the others with an air of certainty: "Boys, that's the yelling of a Lynx," and the next day Caleb said that Yan was right. Some days later they learned that another lamb had been taken from the Raften flock that night. In the morning Yan took down the tom-tom for a little music and found it flat and soft.
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