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"I haven't seen him for years. He was continually singing this
valley's charms, and so here I am. And I'm planning a great surprise
on him. And, of course, I'm literally drinking in atmosphere--to say
nothing of local colour, which seems mostly to be men and revolvers."
The man opposite wet his lips with his tongue in an effort to speak,
but the girl was busy eating and apparently paid no attention. Her
calm indifference convinced him that her words were entirely innocent,
and his audacity returned.
"Well," he ventured, "do you agree with this prospector friend?"
"The scenery, you mean?" glancing up brightly. "Why, it is wonderful,
of course, and I am not at all sorry having made the journey, although
it hardly compares with Tennessee Pass or Silver Plume. Still, you
know, it will be pleasant to tell Mr. Cavendish when I go back that I
was here."
He choked and his face seemed to whiten suddenly.
"Mr. Cavendish?" he gasped. "Of New York? Not the one that was
killed?"
It was her turn to stare across the table, her eyes wide with horror,
which she simulated excellently.


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