“Very well,” she would say, “then I must go. 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. She struggled against it quite uselessly. But, feeling secure of vengeance, he determined to abide his time.
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