"Yes," replied Jack. ” Ann Veronica picked a cornflower. Prepared as he was for a dreadful shock, and with his nerves strung to endure it, Jack absolutely recoiled before the appalling object that met his gaze. Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor. 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 want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. " "Uh-huh. “Yes I did. Strike the gag, Blueskin. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. She had thought to wear it now, since she must look more the demoiselle. I studied violin with a teacher when I was younger,” she said. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. His vicious abusiveness vanished.
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