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She implied that he was morally as well as physically gigantic, and it was as much as he could do to keep from taking her in his arms on the spot." "It would have been edifying to the groom that had driven her to the station," Minver cynically suggested. "Groom nothing!" Halson returned with spirit. "She paddled herself across the lake, and walked from the boat-landing to the station." "Jove!"
"I have heard," Minver went on, "that Braybridge insisted on paddling the canoe back to the other shore for her, and that it was on the way that he offered himself." We others stared at Minver in astonishment. Halson glanced covertly towards him with his gay eyes. "Then that wasn't true?" "How did you hear it?" Halson asked. "Oh, never mind. Is it true?"
"He did leave you at an anxious point, didn't he?" Halson smiled to the rest of us at Rulledge's expense, and then said: "Well, I think I can help you out a little. Any of you know the lady?" "By sight, Minver does," Rulledge answered for us. "Wants to paint her." "Of course," Halson said, with intelligence. "But I doubt if he'd find her as paintable as she looks, at first.
"Rulledge can bear up against the facts, I guess, Minver," Halson said, almost austerely. "Her father died two years ago, and then she had to come East, for her aunt simply wouldn't live on the ranch.
It was some Canucks clearing a piece of the woods, and when she spoke to them in French, they gave them full directions, and Braybridge soon found the path again." Halson paused, and I said, "But that isn't all?" "Oh, no." He continued thoughtfully silent for a little while before he resumed.
Halson smiled with radiant recognition. "Fact will always imitate fiction, if you give her time enough," I said. "Had they got back to the other picnickers?" Rulledge asked, with a tense voice. "In sound, but not in sight of them. She wasn't going to bring him into camp in that state; besides, she couldn't.
The stranger had been dining with Halson, and we had found the two smoking together, with their cups of black coffee at their elbows, before the smouldering fire in the Turkish room when we came in from dinner my friend Wanhope the psychologist, Rulledge the sentimentalist, Minver the painter, and myself.
"I shouldn't have thought he could have stirred in the morning," Rulledge employed Halson's pause to say. "Well, this beaver had to," Halson said. "He was not the only early riser. He found Miss Hazelwood at the station before him." "What!" Rulledge shouted. I confess the fact rather roused me, too; and Wanhope's eyes kindled with a scientific pleasure. "She came right towards him. 'Mr.
She implied that he was morally as well as physically gigantic, and it was as much as he could do to keep from taking her in his arms on the spot." "It would have been edifying to the groom that had driven her to the station," Minver cynically suggested. "Groom nothing!" Halson returned with spirit. "She paddled herself across the lake, and walked from the boat-landing to the station." "Jove!"
While none of the mountain peaks greatly exceed 8,000 feet in height, Apo, in Mindanao, is over 9,000 feet; Halson, in Mindoro, is over 8,900 feet; and Mayon, in Luzon, over 8,200. The latter is an active volcano, which has been the scene of several eruptions during the present century.
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