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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"A Phyllis of the Sierras"

"I shall certainly
do as you wish. It is not a bad investment, Mr. Mainwaring, and as you
suggest, a very proper return for their kindness. And, being here, it
will come quite naturally for me to take up the affair again."
"And--I say, Richardson."
"Yes, sir?"
"As these ladies are rather short-handed in their domestic service, you
know, perhaps you'd better not stay to luncheon or dinner, but go on to
the Summit House--it's only a mile or two farther--and come back here
this evening. I shan't want you until then."
"Certainly!" stammered Richardson. "I'll just take leave of the ladies!"
"It's not at all necessary," said Mainwaring, quietly; "you would only
disturb them in their household duties. I'll tell them what I've done
with you, if they ask. You'll find your stick and hat in the passage,
and you can leave the veranda by these steps. By the way, you had better
manage at the Summit to get some one to bring my traps from here to be
forwarded to Sacramento to-morrow. I'll want a conveyance, or a horse
of some kind, myself, for I've given up walking for a while; but we can
settle about that to-night. Come early. Good morning?"
He accompanied his thoroughly subjugated countryman--who, however, far
from attempting to reassert himself, actually seemed easier and more
cheerful in his submission--to the end of the veranda, and watched
him depart.


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