The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. “But why, Lucy? Who is it 145 that you are trying to hide from? John?” Lucy closed her eyes in earnest. “Um, okay. Look! Is that some one coming out?” The front door of the flats stood open, and through it a woman, slim and veiled, passed on to the pavement and turned with swift footsteps in the opposite direction. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. 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.
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