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We’re the hysterical animal, Mr. An electric light flashed out from the wall. ” He groaned. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. 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. The future Mrs Roding turned bright, laughing eyes on the major. He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. She was unusually pale, and her eyes were brilliant.
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