THE SLOPE OF THE PACIFIC
CHAPTER XI
AMONG THE HILLS OF GOD
"Your letters, sir," said my servant, on the last evening of the college
year. Examinations were over at last, and I was wondering where I should
spend my holidays. The choice was very wide; ranging from the Muskoka
lakes to the Yosemite Valley. Because it was my first year in Canada, I
really preferred not to go beyond the Dominion. With these thoughts in my
mind I opened my letters. The first two did not interest me; tradesmen's
bills seldom do. The third brought a thumping sensation of
pleasure--though it was not from Miss Treherne. I had had one from her
that morning, and this was a pleasure which never came twice in one day,
for Prince's College, Toronto, was a long week's journey from London,
S.W. Considering, however, that I did receive letters from her once a
week, it may be concluded that Clovelly did not; and that, if he had, it
would have been by a serious infringement of my rights. But, indeed, as I
have learned since, Clovelly took his defeat in a very characteristic
fashion, and said on an important occasion some generous things about me.
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