And I certainly did
overplay my hand last night. However, there's nothing to do now
except sit tight and wait for the new owner's next move."
Meanwhile, in the general office of the Cardigan Redwood Lumber
Company, joy was rampant. Bryce Cardigan was doing a buck and wing
dance around the room, while Moira McTavish, with her back to her
tall desk, watched him, in her eyes a tremendous joy and a sweet,
yearning glow of adoration that Bryce was too happy and excited to
notice.
Suddenly he paused before her. "Moira, you're a lucky girl," he
declared. "I thought this morning you were going back to a kitchen in
a logging-camp. It almost broke my heart to think of fate's swindling
you like that." He put his arm around her and gave her a brotherly
hug. "It's autumn in the woods, Moira, and all the underbrush is
golden."
She smiled, though it was winter in her heart.
CHAPTER XX
Not the least of the traits which formed Shirley Sumner's character
was pride. Proud people quite usually are fiercely independent and
meticulously honest--and Shirley's pride was monumental. Hers was the
pride of lineage, of womanhood, of an assured station in life,
combined with that other pride which is rather difficult of
definition without verbosity and is perhaps better expressed in the
terse and illuminating phrase "a dead-game sport.
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