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Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. A creeping numbness invaded her. "I have not told you half. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive.
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