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Vladimir Nabokov. MADEMOISELLE O
and hoods that ham pered our every movement. She had restrained us when we were tempted to explore the creamy, smooth swellings of snow that hail been flower beds in summer. She had not allowed us to walk under the organ-pipe-like system of huge icicles that hung from the eaves anil gloriously burned in the low sun. As soon as we came back from th.it walk, we left Mademoiselle puffing on the steps of the vestibule ami dashed indoors, giving her the impression that we were about to con ceal ourselves in some remote room. Actually, we trotted on till we reached the other side of the house, and then, through a veranda, emerged into the garden again. The above-mentioned Great Dane was in the act