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By now the horses would be rested and he might go as swiftly back again. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. ‘Odds were against it. Are you going to have any apple-tart, Stanley? The apple-tart’s been very good lately—very good!” Part 7 At the end of dinner that evening Ann Veronica began: “Father!” Her father looked at her over his glasses and spoke with grave deliberation; “If there is anything you want to say to me,” he said, “you must say it in the study. But I found it no laughing matter, I can assure you. It is the vapouring school girl. Why didn’t he die?” Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room.
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