Bret Winthrop was well content with his research work and with his big log house overlooking a pine-fringed Canadian lake. He didn't want any "little woman" fretting herself silly on the edge of his existence, not he! And then he met Loraine Farnley, with her pale English looks and her quiet ways and her determination to carry out an impossible, futile, quixotic task. She infuriated him . . . and yet somehow he was impelled to help her, and to go on helping her despite her own stubborn assertion of independence.

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