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. He was shifting to reach his own weapon, which had fallen in between the pews at the back. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. "Well, I will see him," replied the knight, after a moment's pause; "he may be from the Earl of Mar. And then suddenly—a relief.
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