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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. "As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's expenditure. “I really owe him something of an apology. " "Did I hear you aright?" asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness. “Close your eyes. If not, I have plenty to think about,” she answered, leaning back in her chair, and watching the smoke from her own cigarette curl upwards. ’ He saw that Mrs Sindlesham, for all her vaunted freedom of speech, was honestly shocked by this revelation. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. And we’re going to fight that old world down there. But I don’t wish to hear that abomination on her lips again.
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