Ranching for Sylvia by Harold Bindloss
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the meanwhile, I'm undergoing what English people seem to think of as
the Canadian cure; that is, I've been given a chance for readjusting my ideas and developing my character." "Under Mr. Lansing's guidance?" Edgar realized that the girl was less interested in him than in George, but he did not resent this. "You're smart. I believe my people entertained some idea of that nature; George is considered safe. Still, to prevent any misapprehension, I'd better point out that my chief failings are a fondness for looking at the amusing side of things and a slackness in availing myself of my opportunities. As an instance of the latter defect, I'm boring you by talking about Lansing." Flora regarded him with a quiet smile. "It struck me that you were saying something about yourself." "I suppose that's true," Edgar admitted. "It clears the ground." "For what?" "For an extension of our acquaintance, among other things." "Do you want it extended?" They had stopped at the edge of a hollow filled with tall, harsh grass, and Edgar studied her while he considered his answer. There was |
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