Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. Her complexion had resisted the snow-glare wonderfully; her skin had only deepened its natural warmth a little under the Alpine sun. Her father had smiles ready for her, he seemed to be truly happy with her for the first time since her infancy. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed. ’ He clenched his fists and grew red in the face. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. She thought of the marvellous beauty of skin, and all the delightfulness of living texture. She was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly.
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