Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard. ’
‘Don’t you believe it. . ”
“But Hainault—was—a pal. 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. We shall be equally matched. She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side,
fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. "Besides, lad, even an advertisement of a cough-drop is
something to read. The newcomer stopped short upon the threshold.
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