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Trenton visited the Shawenegan?" "He did." "And he wants to go there again?" "He does." "And you have gone and promised him the canoe for to-morrow?" "The intuition of woman, my dear, is the most wonderful thing on earth." "It is not half so wonderful as the negligence of man I won't say the stupidity." "Thank you, Jennie, for not saying it, but I really think I would feel better if you did."
I speak as a man of bitter experience. Let's see. If recollection holds her throne, I think there was a young lady from New England I forget the name of the town at the moment who took a lunch with her the last time she went to the Shawenegan. I merely give this as my impression, you know. I am open to contradiction." "Certainly, I took a lunch. I always do.
John Trenton, artist, put the finishing touches to the letter he was writing, and then read it over to himself. It ran as follows: "I sail for England on the 27th. But before I leave I want to have another look at the Shawenegan Falls. Their roar has been in my ears ever since I left there. That tremendous hillside of foam is before my eyes night and day.
"That is one of the many things I have apologised for. You surely do not wish to taunt me with it again?" "Oh, I don't mean the recent accident. I mean being here in America. Your sketches of the Shawenegan Falls, and your description of the Quebec district, brought me out to America; and, added to that I expected to meet you." "To meet me?" "Certainly.
Any person wishing to visit the cataract got a canoe from the lumber king free of all cost, except a tip to the two boatmen who acted as guides and watermen. The artist had not long to wait for his answer. It was "My DEAR JOHN, "The canoe is yours; the boatmen are yours: and the Shawenegan is yours for Tuesday. Also, "I am yours,
In a short time the canoe drew up at a landing, from which a path ascended the steep hill among the trees. The silence was broken only by the deep, distant, low roar of the Shawenegan Falls. Mr. Trenton sat in his place, while the half-breeds held the canoe steady. Miss Sommerton rose and stepped with firm, self-reliant tread on the landing.
Here I have been good-natured enough to share my canoe with her, yet she treats me as if I were some low ruffian instead of a gentleman." As Miss Sommerton was approaching the Shawenegan Falls, she said to herself, "What an insufferable cad that man is? Mr.
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