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“A well-looking man,” she muttered. “I wish Lynde had been home. I didn’t dare ask him to the house for I knew Anthony was in one of his moods. But it’s time something was done. She’s woman grown and this is no life for her. And there’s nobody to do anything but me and I’m not able, even if I knew what to do. I wonder why she hates men so. Perhaps it’s because she never knew any that were real gentlemen. This man is–but then he’s a minister and that makes a wide gulf between them in another way. I’ve seen the love of man and woman bridge some wider gulfs though. But it can’t with Lynde, I’m fearing. She’s so bitter at the mere speaking of love and marriage. I can’t think why. I’m sure her mother and Anthony were happy together, and that was all she’s ever seen of marriage. But I thought when she told me of meeting this young man on the shore there was something in her look I’d never noticed before–as if she’d found something in herself she’d never known was there. But she’ll never make friends with him and I can’t. If the Captain wasn’t so queer–“

She stopped abruptly, for a tall lithe figure was coming up from the shore. Lynde waved her hand as she drew near.

“Oh, Emily, I’ve had such a splendid sail. It was glorious. Bad Emily, you’ve been carrying water. Didn’t I tell you never to do that when I was away?”

“I didn’t have to do it. That young minister up at Rexton met me and brought it up. He’s nice, Lynde.”

Lynde’s brow darkened. She turned and walked away to the house without a word.

On his way home that night Alan met Isabel King on the main shore road. She carried an armful of pine boughs and said she wanted the needles for a cushion. Yet the thought came into Alan’s mind that she was spying on him and, although he tried to dismiss it as unworthy, it continued to lurk there.

For a week he avoided the shore, but there came a day when its inexplicable lure drew him to it again irresistibly. It was a warm, windy evening and the air was sweet and resinous, the lake misty and blue. There was no sign of life about Four Winds and the shore seemed as lonely and virgin as if human foot had never trodden it. The Captain’s yacht was gone from the little harbour where it was generally anchored and, though every flutter of wind in the scrub firs made Alan’s heart beat expectantly, he saw nothing of Lynde Oliver. He was on the point of turning homeward, with an unreasoning sense of disappointment, when one of Lynde’s dogs broke down through the hedge of spruces, barking loudly.

Alan looked for Lynde to follow, but she did not, and he speedily saw that there was something unusual about the dog’s behaviour. The animal circled around him, still barking excitedly, then ran off for a short distance, stopped, barked again, and returned, repeating the manoeuvre. It was plain that he wanted Alan to follow him, and it occurred to the young minister that the dog’s mistress must be in danger of some kind. Instantly he set off after him; and the dog, with a final sharp bark of satisfaction, sprang up the low bank into the spruces.

Alan followed him across the peninsula and then along the further shore, which rapidly grew steep and high. Half a mile down the cliffs were rocky and precipitous, while the beach beneath them was heaped with huge boulders. Alan followed the dog along one of the narrow paths with which the barrens abounded until nearly a mile from Four Winds. Then the animal halted, ran to the edge of the cliff and barked.

It was an ugly-looking place where a portion of the soil had evidently broken away recently, and Alan stepped cautiously out to the brink and looked down. He could not repress an exclamation of dismay and alarm.