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He would raise her up once again, ply her with silks and jewels again, all of the accoutrements of the new generation: the cars, the toys, the restaurants, and the prestige. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. “Well?” “I don’t care a rap for all these things. She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. He was shifting to reach his own weapon, which had fallen in between the pews at the back.
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