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Updated: May 28, 2025
Amuse yourself; look the way you did that day at Wolfshead; be young!" "Simeon is very generous," she said, loyally, silent as to the restrictions put upon his provisions for her maintenance, as well as the fact that his salary only covered the letter of credit he took with him for such expenses as he might incur outside the expedition.
At Wolfshead they stopped at the little inn, found the one o'clock dinner smoking on the table, and sat down with the rest of the hungry company employees of a branch railroad that had its terminus there; drummers in flashy shop-made clothes, and temporary residents in the little town.
The beach at Wolfshead was pebbly, with rocks thrown untidily about and ridges of blackened seaweed marking the various encroachments of the tide. Stephen brushed the top of a low bowlder with his handkerchief and invited Deena to sit down. "You would be more comfortable," he said, "if Ben would come with the cushions."
By the time they reached their destination all constraint was gone; they were two comrades absorbed in a common interest, for Simeon occupied their every thought. There was a narrow pier at Wolfshead, sheltered by a point of rocky shore that made a landing for small boats in good weather, and there the steam launch was waiting with its two trim sailors and its gaudy flag.
If she were pale, he was paler; his blood seemed turned to ice that summer morning. "The yacht is at Wolfshead," he said. "How soon can you be ready? We must go by rail I have a special waiting for you." A glow from the first blush of day caught her as she stood in the frame of the doorway.
"We have come to take you for a spin in our new automobile," Polly cried, gayly. "Where is Simeon? You think he would not care to go? Well, leave him for once, and come as far as Wolfshead, and we will lunch there and bring you back before sunset."
Deena shook her head, and French stood hesitating near the door, wondering what he could do to reawaken the spirit of enjoyment that had danced in her eyes the day at Wolfshead. "Will you dine with me to-morrow if I can get Mrs. McLean to chaperon us?" he asked.
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