She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green. I'll tell you what. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun.
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