I never met your sister in Paris, but I heard about her more than once. She wallowed for a time in the thought of Capes, unable to escape from his image and the idea of his presence in her life. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun.
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