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Anna Chapin Ray Janet: Her Winter in Quebec — Chapter 1 (1906)

And, meanwhile, Day and Ronald had crossed a wide strip of open pasture, skirted the edge of a little lake and plunged into a belt of woodland where the shadows rested heavily over the rough, uneven turf. Less than half an hour later, they were sitting in the shade of Fort Number One, Ronald in an embrasure of the old gray wall, Day mounted upon an insecure flight of steps by which her companion had clambered to his present position.
"You'd much better come up," Ronald urged hospitably, as he swung his heels to and fro against the masonry of his lofty perch.
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Anna Chapin Ray Janet: Her Winter in Quebec — Chapter 1 (1906)

Tunnels led into the heart of the fort, branched and lost themselves in other tunnels which slowly led back to a faint gray reflection of the outer day. And everywhere was the same heavy stillness, broken only by the sound of their own voices, by the echo of their footfall on the ground.
And then, of a sudden, Day started hack in alarm, as Ronald threw open a little door in the wall beside them.
"A man!" she cried. "It's a man!"
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Anna Chapin Ray Janet: Her Winter in Quebec — Chapter 1 (1906)

And Ronald accepted them all: mockery, teasing and gentleness, in all their swift alternations, accepted them without seeking to analyze his own enjoyment. Truth to tell, this irresponsible, merry girlhood was the best thing in the world for the young fellow, heartsick as he was with worry, and deadly weary with the routine of the office where a place had been made for him.
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