"Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. "On Friday," he replied. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. His nose was large but also fine and angular, tapering to a point at the end like a nobleman’s. It was thought, however, if the skipper could have been found, that the result of the case would have been materially different. But go on. No, no! Not now!" Ruth turned abruptly and walked toward the bungalow, mounted the veranda steps, and vanished within. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. What you want to do is to imagine every woman a Becky Sharp and every man a Rawdon Crawley. But if not himself, there would be another soon enough. 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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