You must have had some delightful sport.
Don't blame you in the least for not joining our stag party. Delightful
young woman, that Miss Andres. Charming companion--either in the mountains
or in civilization Good-by--see you in Fairlands, later."
When he was out of hearing the two men relieved their feelings in language
that perhaps it would be better not to put in print.
"And the worst of it is," remarked the novelist, "it's so damned dangerous
to deny something that does not exist or make explanations in answer to
charges that are not put into words."
"I could scarcely refrain from kicking the beast down the hill," said
Aaron King, savagely.
"Which"--the other returned--"would have complicated matters exceedingly,
and would have accomplished nothing at all. For the girl's sake, store
your wrath against the day of judgment which, if I read the signs aright,
is sure to come."
* * * * *
When Sibyl Andres went down the canyon to the camp in the sycamores, that
morning, the world, to her, was very bright. Her heart sang with joyous
freedom amid the scenes that she so loved. Care-free and happy, as when,
in the days of her girlhood, she had gone to visit the spring glade, she
still was conscious of a deeper joy than in her girlhood she had ever
known.
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