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jumping next," said a soft voice at Kern's shoulder. Kern thought rapidly, Don't tell me she is still here.... How can she... and looked at the speaker. It was Monfiori. In a top hat, pushed over his protruding ears, and a little black coat with strips of faded velvet on the collar, he stood out drolly amid the woolly crowd. Should I tell him? thought Kern.
He rejected with revulsion the smelly brown wings—must not think about that.
Isabel mounted the hill. She turned to say something to her companion, gaily, gaily as always. This gaiety gave Kern a scary feeling. He caught what seemed a fleeting glimpse of something above the snows, above the glassy hotel, above the toylike pe