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"And the line between the two camps is just three hundred feet above our cabin. I don't suppose anybody ever measures it off, but there it is; and Mr. Clyde and Mr. Raybold have taken Camp Roy, which hasn't any house on it.
Now, sir, I know your object, and I will not have you wandering up and down here in front of our cabin. I wish you to go to your own camp, and that immediately." Raybold stood and listened to her without a word until she had finished, and then he said: "Madam, there has been a good deal of talk about knowing ourselves and showing ourselves to others.
It's just the same as if there was only one huckleberry in a quart box, and it ain't no trouble to see all around that." "I think, Miss Raybold," said the bishop, "that this good woman has prosecuted her psychical researches with more effect than any of us." "Bosh!" exclaimed Miss Raybold. "Do you really think I must leave this camp at the dictation of that person?" "'Scuse me," said Mrs.
She talks too much, to be sure, but she is a lady, and has treated us all very courteously. I wish we could get through the rest of our stay here without any disturbance or bad feeling." "I wish so too, with all my heart," said her husband. "And the only thing necessary to that end is that that ass Raybold shall keep out of my sight." It was about two o'clock that afternoon, and Mrs.
The knitted brows of Raybold were directed towards the ground. "You have spoken plainly," he said, "and I have heard," and with a bow he walked away. As he approached his tent a smile, intended to be bitter, played about his features. "A net of cobwebs," he muttered, "to cage a lion!"
It did have an effect, for the bishop seized the opportunity created by the arrival of a third party, excused himself, and departed at the first break in Corona's flow of words. "I wish, Arthur," she said, "that when you see I am engaged in a conversation, you would wait at least a reasonable time before interrupting it." "A reasonable time!" said Raybold, with a laugh. "I like that!
My life work is to be upon the stage, and where one's mind is, there will his words be also." Mr. Raybold was now in a much more pleasant mood than when he came to sit in the shade with Mrs. Archibald. He was talking; he had found some one who listened and who had very little to say for herself. "Consequently," he remarked, "I ordered from Mr. Sadler the very best tent that he had.
"I know more about what is going on than you do, Hector," she said, "and I tell you if we stay any longer in this camp, there is going to be great trouble. That young Raybold pays no attention to what you said about keeping away from us. He comes here, when he pleases, and he says he intends to come.
It was a week after her brother had sent her his telegram before Miss Corona Raybold arrived at Camp Rob, with her tent, her outfit, and her female guide. Mrs. Archibald had been surprised that she did not appear sooner, for, considering Mr. Raybold's state of mind, she had supposed that his sister had wished to come at the earliest possible moment.
Archibald, he believed that, if they had quietly gone away, there was a better reason for it than Miss Raybold's fluency of expression. It was possible that something might have happened after he had retired from the scene the night before, for when he went to sleep Raybold was still walking up and down in the moonlight. His mind was greatly disturbed. They were gone, and he was left.
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