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Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. The thought did not occur to her, for all thought had flown out of her head. And such skirts as Ann Veronica had had when she entered the valley of Saas were safely packed away in the hotel, and she wore a leather belt and loose knickerbockers and puttees—a costume that suited the fine, long lines of her limbs far better than any feminine walking-dress could do. ‘It is excessively important that the horse comes with us. . At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. ‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. Those grand designs in the dome of St. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. Then her head disappeared suddenly in her hands, and her shoulders shook violently.
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