“You will have some tea?” she asked. Her father and her husband, who had both been a little pale at their first encounter, were growing now just faintly flushed. “It means that I have had enough of this slavery,” she declared. She had agonized over it for weeks. The second look told me I was wrong. When he was done she kissed his cheek tenderly. There is worse to come. 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.
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