The Heart of Thunder Mountain

feet, turning her flaming face at intervals toward the spot in the smiling landscape that had last held the figure of Philip Haig.

The shame of it! She had never--never--never been treated so outrageously. It was unendurable--and she had endured it! She flung herself down on the ground and wept.

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Marion was now facing life alone. Her nearest remaining relative was her cousin, Claire Huntington. Her mother--a Southern girl who might have stepped out of a panel by Fragonard, so fine and soft and Old-World-like was her beauty--had died when she was still a child. Her father, Doctor Gaylord, was the antithesis of the sprite-like creature he had married,--a big, athletic, outdoor sort of man, with truly violent red hair and beard, whose favorite expression about himself had been that a very capable pirate had been sacrificed to make a tolerable physician. But he had prospered in his profession; and then had died with amazing suddenness, leaving his estate in an almost hopeless mess.