Would it be Thérèse?’ She shook her head. ‘Gérard!’ ‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned. I waited for them to get right out of the grounds. And there, about Saas, are ice and snows again, and sometimes we will loiter among the rocks and trees about Saas or peep into Samuel Butler’s chapels, and sometimes we will climb up out of the way of the other people on to the glaciers and snow. But somehow he could not bring any of these affairs to an orderly end. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. To-morrow, when she returned to Hong-Kong, she would purchase a simple but modern dress. Jolly nice girl, too. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. “I shouldn’t have waited,” she said. Let's get to Hong-Kong, James, and hit the high spots while there is time.
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