” “I can’t go back to the Beck’s ever again. The telegram dispatched, his obligation cancelled, Ah Cum proceeded homeward, chuckling occasionally. He went in and leaned, panting, against one wall. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. ” “I had to,” she repeated. “Maybe someday I can look them up again, just to see how they are doing. Send you the shirt.
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