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Annixter
heard
and
his
face
grew
troubled
.
“
Hum
,
”
he
said
,
“
I
see
.
”
He
gathered
up
a
handful
of
pebbles
and
began
snapping
them
carefully
into
the
creek
.
He
fell
thoughtful
.
Here
was
a
phase
of
the
affair
he
had
not
planned
in
the
least
.
He
had
supposed
all
the
time
that
Hilma
took
his
meaning
.
His
old
suspicion
that
she
was
trying
to
get
a
hold
on
him
stirred
again
for
a
moment
.
There
was
no
good
of
such
talk
as
that
.
Always
these
feemale
girls
seemed
crazy
to
get
married
,
bent
on
complicating
the
situation
.
“
Isn
’
t
that
best
?
”
said
Hilma
,
glancing
at
him
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
he
muttered
gloomily
.
“
Well
,
then
,
let
’
s
not
.
Let
’
s
come
right
back
to
Quien
Sabe
without
going
to
Monterey
.
Anything
that
you
want
I
want
.
”
“
I
hadn
’
t
thought
of
it
in
just
that
way
,
”
he
observed
.
“
In
what
way
,
then
?
”
“
Can
’
t
we
—
can
’
t
we
wait
about
this
marrying
business
?
”
“
That
’
s
just
it
,
”
she
said
gayly
.
“
I
said
it
was
too
soon
.
There
would
be
so
much
to
do
between
whiles
.
Why
not
say
at
the
end
of
the
summer
?
”
