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The Lure of the North by Harold Bindloss
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"I wonder whether he knew I was a school teacher," Agatha remarked. "If
he did know, it complicates the thing, because teachers are not often
rich. Besides, how did he learn which was my room?"

"That wouldn't be hard," Farnam replied. "The boys get talking,
evenings, with Mabel's kitchen help and I guess she tells them all about
the house and our habits. The girl's a powerful talker."

He lighted his pipe and then resumed: "Well, my notion is he expected to
find something in your room; something that he thought worth more than
money."

"But I have nothing valuable," Agatha objected, with a laugh. "Now I
remember, I made him empty his pockets and he left two half-dollars! It
wasn't a very big fine, and I can send the dollar to some charity."

"I can't see an explanation, and we'll have to let it go; but the man
will find trouble waiting if he comes back. Let me know right away if
anybody gets after you like that again."

Agatha said she would do so, and hearing Mrs. Farnam's step in the
passage, they began to talk about something else.

A week later, Agatha went to visit George, and then feeling braced by
the holiday, resumed her duties in Toronto. Soon afterwards, she sat in
her room one evening in a thoughtful mood. The house was on the
outskirts of the city and she heard cheerful voices and the jingle of
sleigh-bells on the road. The moon was nearly full and riding parties
were going out for a drive across the glittering snow, while where the
wind had swept it clear ice yachts were, no doubt, skimming about the
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