It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. It feels like it. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and hung up until noon. She was quite oblivious to the sensation she had created. But all those empty years!… My heart was hot.
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