. 192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. “It’s glorious good!” “Suppose now—look at this long snow-slope and then that blue deep beyond —do you see that round pool of color in the ice—a thousand feet or more below? Yes? Well, think—we’ve got to go but ten steps and lie down and put our arms about each other. "It must look sharp then, or I shall give it the slip," laughed Ben: "the gale never yet blowed as could perwent my crossing the Thames. "Strange!" he continued, as if talking to himself.
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