13 with a latchkey went humming lightly up to her room. “By God!” said Ann Veronica for the first time in her life. “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. I dare not reflect upon the effect that her son's fate,—if the efforts to save him are ineffectual,—may have upon her enfeebled frame, and still worse upon her mind. It was a look that accorded very well with the hayloft setting that had come to mind. "Thank you, sir," said Spurlock, holding out his hand.
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