‘It could not be helped, whichever way I made my presence known. Fancy, as they say hereabouts!" What had aroused this open-air monologue was a small tin sign in a window. He would take with him that traitress Yolande, and claim to the lawyer that this was Melusine Charvill. 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 kissed her once on the lips with a passion of which, during all their days of married life, he had given no sign.
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