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On one side was a moorland, level; on the other a sweep of naked hill, curved concave, and sprinkled with snow. I could see how wonderful it would all be, under five or six feet of winter snow, skiing and tobogganing at Christmas. But it needed the snow. In the summer there is to be seen nothing but the winter's broken detritus.
There were too many things he couldn't tell her, there was too much in him still that might upset and shock her. He would have done his best, of course, to have taken care of her; but better men could take better care. Lionel had said nothing so far; he had taken Claire skiing and skating, and once down the Schatz Alp. When he had come back from the Schatz Alp he had gone a long walk by himself.
Lucas returned without comment to the paper in his hand. After a long pause Bertie wheeled. He came back to his brother's side and pulled up a chair. His brown face was set in stern lines. "I don't see why I should put up with this," he said, "and I don't mean to. It was Nap's doing. I was going to drive her. He interfered as usual." "I thought you said Nap was skiing."
"Is Nap driving you?" he asked. "No," said Bertie. "Nap's skiing." "Then you, Bertie " "My dear fellow," said Bertie, "I'm fearfully sorry, but I can't. You understand, don't you, Lady Carfax? I would if I could, but " his excuses trailed off unsatisfactorily. He turned very red and furiously jabbed at the fire with his boot. "Please don't think of it," said Anne. "I am so used to being alone.
For Occam's sake, be specific! Bring me together two of these hypothetical individuals and tell me what happens." Brion took a deep breath. He was in over his head and far from shore. "Well take a bachelor like myself. Since I like cross-country skiing I make my home in this big house our family has, right at the edge of the Broken Hills.
"This method of travelling across country on skis, when there is deep snow, is hundreds of years old," said Fru Ekman, who had come to send the twins away for more fun, while she took her place again beside Karen. "Men were skiing in Scandinavia as long ago as old Roman times, and Magnus the Good, who defeated the Roman legions, had a company of ski-soldiers.
"Why, a lot of these girls and boys are older than she is! The trouble with Isobel is" and her voice was edged with scornful pity "she's afraid of mussing her hair!" Skiing was a comparatively new sport among the Lincoln boys and girls. Only a few of the boys had become even fairly skillful at it, yet there had been much talk of forming a team to defeat Lincoln's arch-enemy the South High.
She knew that he had seen her before she saw him that he had been observing her. Her happiest friendliest smile made her small face bewitching as she advanced with outstretched hand. "When did you come?" she asked. "About an hour ago." "From the Riviera?" "No, indeed. From St. Moritz and skating and skiing and tobogganing. I rather hoped I looked it.
Then I had some yachting on the Solent and a lot of boating on the Thames. I put in a month in Switzerland, skiing and skating." "Did you get any hunting?" "Yes, at my uncle's place near Desford in Leicestershire. He gave me some shooting, too. It was all very well; but I was very envious when the regiment came here and you wrote and told me of the pigsticking you were getting.
I set my course toward a prominent thumb of rock, but when I reached it, it had either changed its shape or moved. The whole valley was strange. After skiing for several hours, I topped an utterly foreign ridge. Below me were houses. I coasted down to the nearest that had smoke rising from its chimney. A neighbor, living just a mile from home, came to the door.
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