I shall barely be in time for the theatre. “I knew that you waited at the farmhouse. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. ” She replied. Now, abruptly, they were real again, though very distant, and she had come to say farewell to them across one sundering year. 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.
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