The change will come to-day. 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. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy. She was not afraid exactly, but there was that about her loneliness to-night she distrusted. Bring the link. Certain reserves went down on both sides. It's kind of comforting to have you there. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might. She felt him sometimes at night as he called to her in her dreams. Tears sprang to her eyes. Her father became much less distant towards his only daughter in the days that followed.
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