Grant Satterlee.
It was the name of a wealthy bachelor whose lonely austerity of life
upon a yacht which rarely lingered in any port, whose quiet acts of
philanthropy as he roved hermitlike about the world, had been the talk
of continents.
Reading to the end, Carl dropped the scattering sheets and buried his
face in his hands, unnerved and shaking.
CHAPTER LI
IN THE ADIRONDACKS
To the wild, out-of-the-world hunting lodge in the Adirondack
wilderness of tree and lake and trout-haunted mountain stream which had
been part of Norman Westfall's heritage, came, one twilight of cloud
and wind, Diane, tanned with the wind and sun of a year's
wandering--and very tired.
Wild relief at Carl's tale of the jealous Indian, thoughts of Philip,
of Carl, of Keela, of Ronador, all these, persistently haunting the
girl's harassed mind, had wearied her greatly. Moreover, Aunt Agatha
was not restful; nor would she depart.
Wherefore, with the old habit when the voice of the forest called--when
school and city and travel had palled and tortured--Diane had traveled
feverishly north with Aunt Agatha, and thence to the Adirondack lodge
which had been her hermitage since early childhood and to which, by an
earlier compact, Aunt Agatha might not follow.
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