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I will do all this not because I love you, but—because you are Anna’s sister. “I don’t see,” gasped Ann Veronica, “why parents and children. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. He heard me; but he never came in to ask what was the matter. We can be friends again. 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.
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