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possibility?--Yes. She hurried to dress, wondering why it had not
before occurred to her, and, phoning up a taxi, rolled downtown to the
office of Doctor Hart. An hour or so later she returned. A picture of
her man stood on the mantel. She took it down and stared at it with a
tremulous smile.
"Oh, Billy-boy, Billy-boy, I wish you knew," she whispered. "But I was
coming, anyway, Bill!"
That evening, stirring about her preparations for the journey, she
paused, and wondered why, for the first time since Bill left, she felt
so utterly at peace.
CHAPTER XXXIII
HOME AGAIN
Twelve months works many a change on a changing frontier. Hazel found
this so. When she came to plan her route she found the G. T. P.
bridging the last gap in a transcontinental system, its trains
westbound already within striking distance of Fort George. She could
board a sleeping car at Granville and detrain within a hundred miles of
the ancient trading post--with a fast river boat to carry her the
remaining distance.
Fort George loomed up a jumbled area of houses and tents, log
buildings, frame structures yellow in their newness, strangers to paint
as yet. On every hand others stood in varying stages of erection.
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