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"One motive alone shall induce me to go on with you," said Jack. 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. “They mould one insensibly. He had informed her that to leave him would be a choice to live a life of meager subsistence. Wild on his guard against an assassin. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. "That was the lad's name," returned the stranger.
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