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"Suppose he does. “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. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, carelessly. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. . " "The pianist?" "Yes. He began to tell me something—and stopped. "I am, Charcoal. I am safe while I am there, for I have had bolts fitted everywhere, and a pane of glass in the front door. "His shin may need rubbing.
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