"Ah! now we come to business," returned Jonathan, rubbing his hands, gleefully. 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. ‘I should have thought it was obvious. “If it is a choice between the two,” she answered, “I must be Annabel Pellissier. It was for ever. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible. Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the city? They had come up on the same boat. But shortly this movement ceased.
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