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Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. In one grave, mind. We went our ways. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. “Do come and see the Michaelmas daisies at the end of the garden,” said Mr. He knew the circle of mountains about Saas Fee fairly well: he had been there twice before, and it was fine to get away from the straggling pedestrians into the high, lonely places, and sit and munch sandwiches and talk together and do things together that were just a little difficult and dangerous. “I got your note just in time,” he remarked. “I suppose I shall have to write an answer. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this. .
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