The Top of the World by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell
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realized what was happening. Her sensations were indescribable.
The water splashed high around them, and every bone in her body seemed to suffer a separate knock or jar. If Ranger had not previously impressed her with his level-headedness she would have thought him mad. But her confidence in him remained unshaken, and in a very few seconds it proved to be justified. They were through the spruit and halfway up the further side before she drew breath. Then she found that they were slackening pace. She turned to Ranger with kindling eyes. "Oh, you are a sportsman!" she said. "How I should love to be able to drive like that!" He smiled without turning his head. "I'm afraid this last is a man's job. So you are awake now, are you? I was afraid you were going to tumble out." She laughed. "The heat makes one drowsy. I shall get used to it." He was pulling in the horses. "There's some shade round the corner. We'll rest for an hour or two." "I shall like that," said Sylvia. A group of small larch-trees grew among the stones at the top of the slope, and by these he stopped. Sylvia looked around her with appreciation as she alighted. "I am going to like South Africa," she said, |
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