Then he went on: “—and, indeed, to most of the established things in life is, frankly, unsatisfactory. “You wouldn’t. Couldn’t fit it inside, but the horse’s blanket lay over it, and, like I said, as long as no one rides him and don’t remove the blanket, I think it’ll stay hid. 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 arrived here with something less than five pounds in my pocket. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads.
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