grass. But the road was not so rough, and the stretches protected by the
trees were in good condition. In less than three quarters of an hour
from the half-way hut, the party were at the foot of the mountain, where
they found a close carriage which Mrs. Denham had thoughtfully sent to
meet them. Benumbed with the cold and cramped by riding so long in one
position, the girl was unable to stand when she was lifted from the
saddle. Lynde carried her to the carriage and wrapped her in a heavy
afghan that lay on the seat. They rode to the hotel without exchanging a
word. Lynde was in too great trouble, and Ruth was too exhausted to
speak. She leaned back with her eyes partially closed, and did not open
them until the carriage stopped. Mrs. Denham stood at the hall door.

"Mr. Lynde! Mr. Lynde!" she said, taking the girl in her arms.

The tone of reproach in her voice cut him to the quick.

"He was in no way to blame, aunt," said Ruth, trying to bring a smile to
her blanched face; "it was I who WOULD go." She reached back her hand
unperceived by Mrs. Denham and gave it to Lynde. He raised it gratefully
to his lips, but as he relinquished it and turned away he experienced a
sudden, inexplicable pang--as if he had said farewell to her.




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IN THE SHADOW OF MONT BLANC