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Beaton and his friends will be returning soon."
"There is a rock seat below, just beyond the clump of willows, quite
out of sight from the road," he suggested. "Perhaps you would go with
me there?"
"What trail is that?"
"It leads to mines up the canon, my own included, but is not greatly
travelled; the main trail is farther east."
She walked to the edge of the bridge, and permitted him to assist her
down the steep bank. There was something of reserve about her manner,
which prevented Westcott from feeling altogether at ease. In his own
mind he began once more to question her purpose, to doubt the sincerity
of her intentions. She appeared different from the frankly outspoken
girl of the night before. Neither broke the silence between them until
they reached the flat boulder and had found seats in the shelter of
overhanging trees. She sat a moment, her eyes on the water, her cheeks
shadowed by the wide brim of her hat, and Westcott noted the almost
perfect contour of her face silhouetted against the green leaves. She
turned toward him questioningly.


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