The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. I’m sorry. You will be under the eye of the best friend I have; and if you do not treat that child for what she is —an innocent angel—I promise to hunt you across the wide world and kill you with bare hands. I know exactly what I am doing. " This expression was old in Ruth's ears. And such skirts as Ann Veronica had had when she entered the valley of Saas were safely packed away in the hotel, and she wore a leather belt and loose knickerbockers and puttees—a costume that suited the fine, long lines of her limbs far better than any feminine walking-dress could do. The atmosphere at dinner was not propitious.
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