Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1. The contest, however,
though desperate, was brief. ”
Ann Veronica meditated over that phrase. Do you
understand?”
“I do not,” he answered. CHAPTER XXVII
His idea, cleverly planned, was to shatter her resistance, to confound her
suddenly by striking her mind with words which would rob her coherent
thought. "Will you plead?" demanded Wild, harshly. "But, I say, that girl is a queer one. "
"Here!" ejaculated Wood, with a look of alarm. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind
what to do. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it
seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. . . . Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. She had pushed
aside her azure veil, taken off her snow-glasses, and sat smiling under her hand
at the shining glories—the lit cornices, the blue shadows, the softly rounded,
enormous snow masses, the deep places full of quivering luminosity—of the
Taschhorn and Dom.
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