He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. 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. They clapped wildly afterward. After all, what could happen? He was looking at her very hard and earnestly. Why ever did you let me get into that wagonette?” “I thought we had to,” said Ann Veronica, who had also been a little under the compulsion of the marshals of the occasion. Then she uttered a strangled, ‘Espéce de bête!’ and burst into tears.
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