Besides, I don't care for
you as a man wants a woman to care for him. And I don't think I'm
going to care--except, perhaps, in a friendly way."
And with that Barrow had to be content.
He called for her the next day, and took her, with the Marshes, out for
a launch ride, and otherwise devoted himself to being an agreeable
cavalier. On the launch excursion it was settled definitely that Hazel
should accompany them East. She had no preparations to make. The only
thing she would like to have done--return Roaring Bill's surplus
money--she could not do. She did not know how or where to reach him
with a letter. So far as Granville was concerned, she could always
leave it if she desired, and she was a trifle curious to know how all
her friends would greet her now that the Bush mystery was cleared up
and the legacy explained.
So that at dusk of the following day she and Loraine Marsh sat in a
Pullman, flattening their noses against the car window, taking a last
look at the environs of Vancouver as the train rolled through the
outskirts of the city. Hazel told herself that she was going home.
Barrow smiled friendly assurance over the seat.
Even so, she was restless, far from content.
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