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’ ‘Lucilla,’ gasped Hilary, his cheeks reddening with wrath. All the money he earned—serving McClintock and the muse—could be laid away. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. “Well?” he asked her tersely. “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.
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