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ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-1-2
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-3-4
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-5-6
ANN VERONICA TALKS TO HER FATHER-7
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-1-2
ANN VERONICA GATHERS POINTS OF VIEW-3
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-1-2
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-3-4-5
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS-6-7
THE CRISIS-1-2-3-4
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-1-2-3
THE FLIGHT TO LONDON-4-5-6
EXPOSTULATIONS-1-2-3-4
EXPOSTULATIONS-5-6
IDEALS AND A REALITY-1-2
IDEALS AND A REALITY-3-4
IDEALS AND A REALITY-5-6-7
BIOLOGY-1-2
BIOLOGY-3-4-5-6
BIOLOGY-7-8-9
DISCORDS-1
DISCORDS-2-3-4
DISCORDS-5-6-8-9
THE SUFFRAGETTES-1-2-3
THE SUFFRAGETTES-4-5
THOUGHTS IN PRISON-1-2-3-4-5-6
ANN VERONICA PUTS THINGS IN ORDER-1-2-3-4-5-6-7
THE SAPPHIRE RING-1-2-3-4
THE SAPPHIRE RING-5-6
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-1-2-3
THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT-4-5-6
THE LAST DAYS AT HOME-1-2-3
IN THE MOUNTAINS-1-2-3-4
IN THE MOUNTAINS-5-6-7-8-9-10-11
IN PERSPECTIVE-1-2-3

That's why he was so annoyed, you know." 

 

"Who was annoyed?" 

 

"Mr. Ramage--about the forty pounds." She took a step. "My dear," she 

added, by way of afterthought, "you DO obliterate things!" 

 

 

 

 

Part 8 

 

 

They found themselves next day talking love to one another high up on 

some rocks above a steep bank of snow that overhung a precipice on the 

eastern side of the Fee glacier. By this time Capes' hair had bleached 

nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with 

gold. They were now both in a state of unprecedented physical fitness. 

And such skirts as Ann Veronica had had when she entered the valley of 

Saas were safely packed away in the hotel, and she wore a leather belt 

and loose knickerbockers and puttees--a costume that suited the fine, 

long lines of her limbs far better than any feminine walking-dress could 

do. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had 

only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. 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. The sky was 

cloudless, effulgent blue. 

 

Capes sat watching and admiring her, and then he fell praising the day 

and fortune and their love for each other. 

 

"Here we are," he said, "shining through each other like light through a 

stained-glass window. With this air in our blood, this sunlight soaking 

us.... Life is so good. Can it ever be so good again?" 

 

Ann Veronica put out a firm hand and squeezed his arm. "It's very good," 

she said. "It's glorious good!" 

 

"Suppose now--look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep 

beyond--do you see that round pool of color in the ice--a thousand feet 

or more below? Yes? Well, think--we've got to go but ten steps and lie 

down and put our arms about each other. See? Down we should rush in a 

foam--in a cloud of snow--to flight and a dream. All the rest of 

our lives would be together then, Ann Veronica. Every moment. And no 

ill-chances." 

 

"If you tempt me too much," she said, after a silence, "I shall do 

it. I need only just jump up and throw myself upon you. I'm a desperate 

young woman. And then as we went down you'd try to explain. And that 

would spoil it.... You know you don't mean it." 

 

"No, I don't. But I liked to say it." 


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