"
"Good; and now, Mr. Selfridge, it is growing dark and I want you to walk
down this trail with me until we come to the Storm Springs road."
"I'll do it gladly, Miss."
"Thank you; now let us be off."
She made him turn back when they reached a point from which they could
look upon the electric lights of the Springs colony, and where the big
hotel and its piazzas shone like a steamship at night. A moment later
Chauvenet, who had waited impatiently, joined her, and they rode down
together. She referred at once to the affair with the mountaineer in her
most frivolous key.
"They are an odd and suspicious people, but they're as loyal as the
stars. And please let us never mention the matter again--not to any one,
if you please, Monsieur!"
CHAPTER XVI
NARROW MARGINS
The black-caps pipe among the reeds,
And there'll be rain to follow;
There is a murmur as of wind
In every coign and hollow;
The wrens do chatter of their fears
While swinging on the barley-ears.
--Amelie Rives.
The Judge and Mrs. Claiborne were dining with some old friends in the
valley, and Shirley, left alone, carried to the table several letters
that had come in the late mail.
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