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And I baked a pan of French rolls ten minutes ago . I had a feeling . '' A magnificent specimen of a man , over six feet tall slim , broad-shouldered , long-headed , and scrubbed-looking as only an Englishman can be , there was something almost pathetic in the sight of him bustling about the rickety little kitchen stove . `` To-morrow , '' said Fanny , over her tea , `` I 'm going to get an early start , reach here by noon , and go on to Boulder Field and maybe Keyhole . '' `` Better not , Miss. . Not in October , when there 's likely to be a snowstorm up there in a minute 's notice . '' `` You 'd come and find me , would n't you ?