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"He is bound down the river to Lake Miwasa, while we go up to Caribou Lake." "It's a precious good thing for me I didn't start off alone," she said feelingly. "I'm glad if I've won your confidence a little," said Garth hanging his head. This meant: "Aren't you going to tell me about yourself?" Natalie's mystery had been a thorn in his flesh all the way along the road.
Upon Garth's vigorous objections, Pake coolly added the greater part of Natalie's load to Garth's. Hampered as he was by his augmented pack, Garth still managed to carry his rifle across his arm. And yet St. Paul, who interpreted for him, had assured him these were good boys and would treat him well. St.
With that arrangement in prospect, he left them. An hour later a telegram arrived from Natalie. She had consented to dine, as well as lunch, in Berkeley Square sleeping there that night, and returning the next morning. Her father instantly telegraphed back by the messenger, insisting on Natalie's return to Muswell Hill that evening, in time to meet Richard Turlington at dinner. "Quite right.
"Don't you think it possible, Natalie, that he may intend to marry Marion Hayden?" There was a very unpleasant half-hour after that. Marion was a parasite of the rich. She had abused Natalie's hospitality. She was designing. She played bridge for her dress money. She had ensnared the boy. And then: "That settles it, I should think. He ought to leave America.
"I am going out for a moment, Dorothy just over to the doctor's. How de do, Mr. Nisbet? Wretched weather, isn't it? Natalie's with your father, my dear, and I'll be back almost immediately. Er ahem!" Mrs. Rathbawne went through a kind of rudimentary calisthenic exercise, which consisted of squaring her shoulders and drawing in her chin.
Softly she glides to where he sits, and laying her trembling hand upon his arm, says in a husky voice "Louis come now, do not wait a moment longer baby has the croup" in an instant he was at baby's side. Natalie's ashy face and the word croup, acted like a talisman.
They both looked and froze in the attitude of looking. Garth from his station, seeing the new look of horror overspread Natalie's face, spurred to join her. There, clinging to the corner of the cabin for support, stood the figure of a woman. Her brown skin was blanched to a livid yellow; and her eyes were the eyes of one dead from a shock.
Besides, I like trailing along, if you don't mind." Trailing along was a fairly accurate phrase. There was scarcely a day now when Natalie's shining car, with its two men in livery, did not draw up before Rodney's office building, or stand, as unostentatiously as a fire engine, not too near the entrance of his club. Clayton, going in, had seen it there once or twice, and had smiled rather grimly.
She walked home. The fresh air, after Natalie's flower-scented, overheated room, made her more rational. She knew where she stood, anyhow. She was in love with Clayton Spencer. She had, she reflected cynically, been in love before. A number of times before. She almost laughed aloud. She had called those things love, those sickly romances, those feeble emotions!
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