" "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly. Gerald shook his head. “The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel,” she said. " "At all events, let me send her away, my dear," supplicated the carpenter, anxious to avert the impending storm. ” He struck a note, and Anna responded. 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. ‘If ever I met such a pair of lunatics!’ ‘Give me that, Hilary,’ Gerald said at once, ignoring his remark and reaching out for the handkerchief. “Mr.
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