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It would have been the right idea, had Ruth been other than what she was. 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. Only old librarians and Shirley Temples say that. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. İnsanların hayatını daha güzel ve özel kılan bu tür icatlar, ilham verici ve ödüllendirici olabilir. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said.
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