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Sinclair, Bertrand W., 1881-1972

"The Hidden Places"


So let's stop talking about whether we're going to take the plunge.
Let's talk about how we're going to live, and where."
A whimsical expression tippled across the girl's face, a mixture of
tenderness and mischief.
"I've warned you," she said with mock solemnity. "Your blood be upon
your own head."
They both laughed.


CHAPTER X

"Why not go in there and take that cedar out yourself?" Doris
suggested.
They had been talking about that timber limit in the Toba, the
possibility of getting a few thousand dollars out of it, and how they
could make the money serve them best.
"We could live there. I'd love to live there. I loved that valley. I
can see it now, every turn of the river, every canyon, and all the
peaks above. It would be like getting back home."
"It is a beautiful place," Hollister agreed. He had a momentary vision
of the Toba as he saw it last: a white-floored lane between two great
mountain ranges; green, timbered slopes that ran up to immense
declivities; glaciers; cold, majestic peaks scarred by winter
avalanches.


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