" "State the facts, then. "Heaven be praised she knows me at last. ’ ‘I am a very English man,’ Gerald said. 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. This intelligence, which she instantly communicated to the carpenter, drove him almost frantic. If this is true, it must be owned that the boy's mouth showed a strong tendency on his part to coarse indulgence. It surprises you. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. You would rather live like the scum of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in bourgeois paradise. But, when the sound of the carriage-wheels died away, and he felt that she was actually gone, his resolution failed him, and he rang the bell violently. He wants you so, he is still a virgin.
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