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She seemed to have recovered herself as he returned, but rose as if she would go back to the saloon. There was enough contra-light to render her ethereal. He could talk to her as frankly as he could to a man, that she would not take offence at anything so long as it was in the form of explanation. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. She understood. He drifted in and out of consciousness. Anna had told me that he carried always with him this bogus marriage certificate. 47 was no more than a sort of railway compartment on the way to that. Open it. Sheppard, with a frenzied laugh. ‘Talk to me another time. Then came the great day. Retribution has a queer way of acting sometimes. Gives you a right to hang on to the old man until he busts—practically. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale.
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