Daughters were not like sons. ’ ‘Then why,’ demanded Melusine, ‘did you do it?’ Gerald closed his eyes. One or two landladies refused her with an air of conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. ‘Come, cry a truce. Capes—the ‘Capes crave,’ they would call it in America. She must not show anything. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before.
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