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A week or two passed, and then when riding to Lone Hollow on business connected with the creamery scheme I chanced upon Jasper. I had seen very little of him since Harry returned, and taxed him with it, saying: "Have we frightened you away from Fairmead lately?"
"No," he answered, with some confusion. "I guess there's no place in the Dominion where I should sooner go."