The Old Mint. ” He shrugged his shoulders. ‘Keep your distance! You dare to tell me I cannot refuse?’ He glared at the girl. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant.
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