A Damaged Reputation

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Bindloss Harold. A Damaged Reputation

I. BROOKE PAUSES TO REFLECT

II. BROOKE TAKES THE TRAIL

III. THE NARROW WAY

IV. SAXTON MAKES AN OFFER

V. BARBARA RENEWS AN ACQUAINTANCE

VI. AN ARDUOUS JOURNEY

VII. ALLONBY'S ILLUSION

VIII. A BOLD VENTURE

IX. DEVINE MAKES A SUGGESTION

X. THE FLUME BUILDER

XI. AN EMBARRASSING POSITION

XII. BROOKE IS CARRIED AWAY

XIII. THE OLD LOVE

XIV. BROOKE HAS VISITORS

XV. SAXTON GAINS HIS POINT

XVI. BARBARA'S RESPONSIBILITY

XVII. BROOKE ATTEMPTS BURGLARY

XVIII. BROOKE MAKES A DECISION

XIX. BROOKE'S BARGAIN

XX. THE BRIDGING OF THE CAÑON

XXI. DEVINE'S OFFER

XXII. THE UNEXPECTED HAPPENS

XXIII. BROOKE'S CONFESSION

XXIV. ALLONBY STRIKES SILVER

XXV. BARBARA IS MERCILESS

XXVI. THE JUMPING OF THE CANOPUS

XXVII. THE LAST ROUND

XXVIII. BROOKE DOES NOT COME BACK

XXIX. A FINAL EFFORT

XXX. THE OTHER CHANCE

XXXI. BROOKE IS FORGIVEN

Отрывок из книги

The sun had not cleared the dark firs upon the steep hillside, though the snow on the peaks across the valley glowed with saffron light, when Brooke came upon the girl with the brown eyes sitting on a cedar trunk beside the river, and she looked up with a smile when he stopped beside her. There was nobody else about, for the rest of the party had apparently not risen yet, and Jimmy had set out to catch a trout for breakfast. Save for the song of the river all the pine-shrouded hollow was very still.

"I was wondering if I might ask what you thought of this country?" said Brooke. "It is, of course, the usual question."

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In the meanwhile, Brooke held on up the hillside with long, swinging strides, crashing through barberry thickets and trampling the breast-high fern, until he stopped and made his camp on the edge of the snow-scarped slopes when the soft darkness fell. His road was rough, and in places perilous, but there was a relief in vigorous action now the decision was made, and the old apathy fell from him as he climbed towards the peaks above. It was, however, several days later when he reached the ranch, and came upon Jimmy sprawling his ungainly length outside it, basking in the sun. Still, the latter took his corn-cob pipe from his lips, and became attentive when he saw his face. This, he realized, was not altogether the same man who had left him a little while ago.

"Get up!" said Brooke, almost sharply. "I want you to listen to me. If it suits you to stay here by yourself, you can; in the meanwhile, do what you like, which will, of course, be very little, with the ranch. In return, I'll only ask you to take care of the fiddle until I send for it. I'm going away."

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