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I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. 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. His long struggle with himself, his avoidance of her were quite unnecessary. Of late, however, his plotting had assumed a more dark and dangerous complexion. You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter. ‘You usually do,’ he said lightly.
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