Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had seen a strange thing. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. Wood, in equal trepidation. And such skirts as Ann Veronica had had when she entered the valley of Saas were safely packed away in the hotel, and she wore a leather belt and loose knickerbockers and puttees—a costume that suited the fine, long lines of her limbs far better than any feminine walking-dress could do. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse with Capes vanished again. On this second excursion, forewarned, she would use no light and keep as quiet as a mouse, she vowed, and thus refrain from attracting the attention of the militia at the gates. " There was a brief, breathless pause.
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