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She flushed up, vexed, silent, then looked directly at him with beautiful hostile eyes "What do you e as warrant for an intimacy unwarranted?"

"Have I offended?" he asked, so iht her to her feet, angry and self-possessed

"How far have we to go?" she asked quietly

He rose to his feet, turned, hailing the keeper, repeating the question And at the answer they both started forward, the dog ranging ahead through a dense growth of beech and chestnut, over a high brown ridge, then down, always down along a leafy ravine to the water's edge--a forest pond set in the gorgeous foliage of ripening maples

"I don't see," said Sylvia io straight ahead There ame-laden keeper shook his head, pulled up his hip boots, and pointed out a line of alder poles set in the water to irl anxiously

"This here," observed the keeper, "is one of the most sportin' courses on the estate Last season I seen Miss Page go through it like a scared deer--the young lady, sir, that took last season's cup"--in explanation to Siward, who stood doubtfully at the water's edge, looking back at Sylvia

Raising her dish between thee, instinctively gathering her kilts in one hand

"Miles and I could chair you over," suggested Siward

"Is that fair--under the rules?"

"Oh, yes, Miss; as long as you go straight," said the keeper

So they laid aside the guns and the guide's ga the girl between the the driven alder stakes, knee-deep in broater

Before thelittering in the sun; a diver, distantly afloat a the lily pads, settled under the water to his eyes as a subhtly resting around his neck, tightened a trifle as the water rose to his thighs; then the faint pressure relaxed as they thrashed shoreward through the shallows, ankle deep oncethe dry reeds on the farther bank

Miles, the keeper, went back for the guns Siward sta the drops froaiters, only to be half drenched again when Sagaorously