Vane of the Timberlands by Harold Bindloss
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"It's no doubt excellent discipline," retorted his companion. She looked at him boldly, for she was interested in the man and was not afraid of personalities. "In any case, you have now passed out of that division." Vane sat silent for the next few moments. Up to the age of eighteen most of his reasonable wishes had been gratified. Then had come a startling change, and he had discovered in the Dominion that he must lead a life of Spartan self-denial. He had had the strength to do so, and for nine years he had resolutely banished most natural longings. Amusements, in some of which he excelled, the society of women, all the small amenities of life, were things which must be foregone, and he had forced himself to be content with food and, as a rule, very indifferent shelter. This, as his companion suggested, had proved a wholesome discipline, since it had not soured him. Now, though he did not overvalue them, he rejoiced in his new surroundings, and the girl's comeliness and quickness of comprehension had their full effect. "It was you who located the Clermont Mine, wasn't it?" she went on. "I read something about it in the papers--I think they said it was copper ore." This vagueness was misleading, for her brother had given her a good deal of definite information about the mine. "Yes," replied Vane, willing to take up any subject she suggested; "it's copper ore, but there's some silver combined with it. Of course, the |
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