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But no; she must step warily. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. “I was born there. It was Blueskin. Wood turned to look at him. “What you have said is a ridiculous falsehood,” she declared scornfully. Why was he there? why did the tempter dare to invade that sacred spot! She could not answer her own questions, but vague fearful suspicions passed through her mind. She rested her head upon his shoulder. A conviction that her sister’s words were true had from the first possessed her.
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