The next morning came a compact letter from her father. She had pushed aside her azure veil, taken off her snow-glasses, and sat smiling under her hand at the shining glories—the lit cornices, the blue shadows, the softly rounded, enormous snow masses, the deep places full of quivering luminosity—of the Taschhorn and Dom. In remote times and countries its evil tendencies had expressed themselves in the form of tyrannies, massacres, wars, and what not; but just at present in England they shaped as commercialism and competition, silk hats, suburban morals, the sweating system, and the subjection of women. "There is something in The Tale of Two Cities that is wonderful," she said. The world had not passed by but had gone around it in a tremendous half-circle. "You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields.
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