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" Bamboo and bead tinkled and slithered behind him. “You know what? You’re right. Don't be afraid. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us. She listened with dumb fear in her eyes. 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. She has already forgotten it.
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