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On Dick’s face, at lunch, there was no sign of trouble over the Harvest Group; nor could anybody have guessed that Jeremy Braxton’s visit had boded anything less gratifying than a report of unfailing
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On Dick’s face, at lunch, there was no sign of trouble over the Harvest Group; nor could anybody have guessed that Jeremy Braxton’s visit had boded anything less gratifying than a report of unfailing
A ring of his bed ’phone made Dick sit on the bed to take up the receiver. As he listened, he looked out across the pat…
On the way back from the sick mare, Dick paused once to listen to the restless stamp of Mountain Lad and his fellows in…
“’Tis a birdlike sensuousness that is all the Little Lady’s own,” Terrence was saying, as he helped himself to a cockta…
A dozen times that morning, dictating to Blake or indicating answers, Dick had been on the verge of saying to let the r…
But it is not the way for a man and a woman, in propinquity, to maintain a definite, unwavering distance asunder. Imper…
“This can’t go on. We must do something—at once.” They were in the music room, Paula at the piano, her face turned up t…
Paula on the Fawn, and Dick on the Outlaw, rode out from the Big House as nearly side by side as the Outlaw’s wicked pe…
As luck would have it, beyond chance guests for lunch or dinner, the Big House was empty. In vain, on the first and sec…
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