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But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. Now He has taken that out and given it form and beauty—you!" "Wonderful hand!" Ruth seized his right hand and kissed it. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. The air was crisp and dry. " There had never been, from that fatal hour eight months gone down to this, the inclination to confess. He did not explain what had happened to her. 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.
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