Her body went into spasm. ‘You have not the right. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. She wanted to be alone. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. 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. “Indeed, you could have no more faithful friend, you could find no one more anxious to serve you. “I didn’t understand, Vee. Ramage came for her at her lodgings, and she met him graciously and kindly as a queen who knows she must needs give sorrow to a faithful liege. Me, you may have.
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