Francis Lynde

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Francis Lynde,  Stranded in Arcady

“ II AMATEUR CASTAWAYS
Lucetta Millington —she had told Prime her name on the tramp to the northward—sat down in the sand, elbows on knees and her chin propped in her hands.
"You say 'aeroplane' as if it suggested something familiar to you, Mr. Prime," she prompted.
Truly it did suggest something to Prime, and for a moment his mouth went dry. Grider, the man he was to have met in Quebec, was a college classmate, a harebrained young barbarian, rich, an outdoor fanatic, an owner of fast yachts, a driver of fast cars, and latterly a dabbler in aviatics.
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Source: Gutenberg

Francis Lynde,  Stranded in Arcady

“ Then Prime broke out in a sardonic laugh.
"That is a heavenly prospect for dinner, supper, breakfast, and dinner all rolled into one, isn't it, now? If there is anything left in the canoe, it's soaked to a pulp—to say nothing of the fact that we can't get to it. How are we going to raft ourselves over there without the axe?"
Lucetta went down to the margin of the pond-like reach and tested its depth with a tossed stone.
"It is deep," she said, "swimming-deep. The shallows must be all on the other side."
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Source: Gutenberg

Francis Lynde,  Stranded in Arcady

“ This day, which ended in a snug camp at the foot of a stretch of slow water which had kept them paddling all the afternoon, was a fair sample of their days through the remainder of the week. Night after night, after they had been shooting rapids, or making long carries, or paddling steadily through stretches where the current did not go fast enough for them, Prime found Lucetta's prophecy as to his growth coming true. Day by day he was finding himself anew, advancing by leaps and bounds, as it seemed, into a stronger and fresher and simpler manhood. ”
Source: Gutenberg

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