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“Where am I?” he muttered. One comes at last to the step from dreams to reality. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. The aunt laughed. The performance over, he relaxed and closed his eyes.
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