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There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. Wild horses wouldn’t drag it out of me, even I knew anything, which I don’t. 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. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. God, Lucy, that’s the stuff people wear to Phys. “You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. I decided to go in and wait. She took the piece of paper and unfolded it in the safety of her lap. But he only went home again to Paddington.
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