Mr. Sebastian rose from the tomb. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess, reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. ‘And I wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left you. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column. 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. She drew her naked arms around herself. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. She looked in the rear-view mirror. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman.
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