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Where was the expected message from this captain, who had promised to send her word at the instant Gerald returned to town. 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. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. “I did not recognize him,” Anna answered.
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