She tiptoed into the entryway where some decorator had placed a live orchid upon a glassy ebony table. He smiled tenderly. It hadn’t even been called Kentucky back then when the Shawnee still hunted deer over mossy hills and the smoke from their fires could still inspire terror. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. “One can’t tell. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park.
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