Vane of the Timberlands by Harold Bindloss
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pleasant to look upon; but, although he did not clearly recognize this,
it was to a large extent an impersonal interest that he took in her. She was not so much an attractive young woman with qualities that pleased him as a type of something that had so far not come into his life; something which he vaguely felt that he had missed. One could have fancied that by some deep-sunk intuition she recognized this fact, and felt the security of it. "So you believe you can get an engagement if you reach Vancouver in time?" he asked at length. "Yes." "How long will it last?" "I can't tell. Perhaps a week or two. It depends upon how the boys are pleased with the show." Vane frowned. He felt very compassionate toward her and toward all friendless women compelled to wander here and there, as she was forced to do. It seemed intolerable that she should depend for daily bread upon the manner in which a crowd of rude miners and choppers received her song; though there was, as he knew, a vein of primitive chivalry in most of them. "Suppose it only lasts a fortnight, what will you do then?" "I don't know," said Kitty simply. "It must be a hard life," Vane broke out. "You must make very |
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