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The Gold Trail

CHAPTER II
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I want it shut." Weston glanced at the protruding garments with which she seemed to be busy.
"I'm very sorry," he said.

"I dare say I could squeeze these things back into it." He was going to do so when Miss Stirling took the bag away from him.
"No," she said a trifle quickly, "I don't think you could." Then it occurred to Weston that his offer had, perhaps, not been altogether tactful, and he was sensible of a certain confusion, at which he was slightly astonished.

He did not remember having been readily subject to fits of embarrassment when in England, though there he had never served as porter to people of his own walk in life.
Turning away, he collected a waterproof carry-all, a big rubber ground sheet, another parasol, a sketching stool, and a collapsible easel, which also appeared to be damaged.

Then as he knelt down and roped them and the valise together he looked at the girl.
"I'm afraid Miss Kinnaird will be a little angry, for I think that easel thing won't open out," he said.

"I'm awfully sorry." Now "awfully sorry" is not a western colloquialism, and the girl looked at him attentively.


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