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She leaned forward, her chin in her palms, her elbows on her knees, and she set her gaze upon his face and kept it there in dreamy contemplation. It was she who had come out from the flat only a few minutes before. Even now she was dazed. “But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel. He talked very little and rather absently. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. Giles's round-house on my own responsibility. “One day,” he resumed, “we will start off early and come down into Kandersteg and up these zigzags and here and here, and so past this Daubensee to a tiny inn—it won’t be busy yet, though; we may get it all to ourselves—on the brim of the steepest zigzag you can imagine, thousands of feet of zigzag; and you will sit and eat lunch with me and look out across the Rhone Valley and over blue distances beyond blue distances to the Matterhorn and Monte Rosa and a long regiment of sunny, snowy mountains. She struggled fiercely not to give way. Bought her a nose job for her sixteenth birthday along with a car, I forget what model, but it was a nice car, a Mercedes convertible.
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