"Don't touch me," she cried sharply and
with a breaking note in her voice. "You planned to kill Bryce
Cardigan! And for that--and that alone--I shall never forgive you."
She fled from the office, leaving him cringing and grovelling on the
floor. "There will be no directors' meeting, Mr. Sexton," she
informed the manager as she passed through the general office. "It is
postponed."
CHAPTER XXXVIII
That trying interview with her uncle had wrenched Shirley's soul to a
degree that left her faint and weak. She at once set out on a long
drive, in the hope that before she turned homeward again she might
regain something of her customary composure.
Presently the asphaltum-paved street gave way to a dirt road and
terminated abruptly at the boundaries of a field that sloped gently
upward--a field studded with huge black redwood stumps showing
dismally through coronets of young redwoods that grew riotously
around the base of the departed parent trees. From the fringe of the
thicket thus formed, the terminus of an old skid-road showed and a
signboard, freshly painted, pointed the way to the Valley of the
Giants.
Shirley had not intended to come here, but now that she had arrived,
it occurred to her that it was here she wanted to come. Parking her
car by the side of the road, she alighted and proceeded up the old
skid, now newly planked and with the encroaching forestration cut
away so that the daylight might enter from above.
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