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He led her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’ access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the chapel. "I'll have my cot in here," said Spurlock to Ruth, "where this table is. What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. And later they paddled in a boat above the mysterious deeps of the See, and peered down into the green-blues and the blue-greens together. “Are you in a hurry? Will you come in and have some coffee?” He hesitated, and glanced towards her companion. 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. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied.
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