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It was mid-afternoon when Gloria and Gratton came to the log house in the woods. Jim Spalding, coming to take their horses away to the stable, though a man of no wild flights of imagination and given to minding his own business, was plainly curious.
"We rode on ahead, Jim," Gloria told him, and Jim detected no false note in her gaiety. "Mamma is