Shari was snoring soundly. 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. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. ” For some seconds he had remained quite still. "It won't do to betray the officer," he muttered. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. She was surprised to find how stored her mind was with impressions and memories of him, how vividly she remembered his gestures and little things that he had said.
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