‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as
she fitted the veil over her head. "So I perceive," replied Jack. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn
voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring
him to prepare for eternity. ”
The detective turned again to Anna. 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. Already she missed all of
her fine things, her linens and leather bound books.
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