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“Will you say what you have to say, please, and go. She felt that she was not alone. I’ll mention it. But there was no sign from her. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. She gave her a wink when John had turned to ask Mark if Lucy could ride home with them. Are you prepared to do it?” Her hands clenched. 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. . “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that.
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