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. “I trust,” he said, “that you will recognize the justice of these conditions. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. Tell me, Sir," he added, advancing towards the knight, "tell me has this man spoken falsely?— Tell me my mother is alive, and do what you please with me. “Hello!” said Ann Veronica, with arms akimbo and a careless, breathless manner. “Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself, child?” she exclaimed. ‘I think you’ve gone stark, staring crazy.
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