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. ’ ‘You may not get the chance. “You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. She knew that I cared for her, she had admitted that she cared for me. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out.
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