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’ It took several frustrating moments, working at the protrusions of the carving down the side of the bookshelves, tugging at leaves, pushing at flowers. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so went by way of Spies to Frutigen. The tired woman looked up in inquiring silence at Ann Veronica’s diffident entry. ‘Come along. ’ His friend held it out of the way. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. She was wan and white.
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