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Brendon made a quick movement forward. She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. There stood John and Mr. ’ It is the Press who find her out.
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