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at lies there lighting them home with its long rows of glowing windows. A glorious day, wife! Or they would go out on ski over the hills to the woodmen's huts in the forest, and make a blazing fire in the big chimney and drink steaming coffee. Then home again through one of those pale winter evenings with a violet twilight over woods and fields and lake, over white snow and blue. Far away on the brown hillside in the west stands a farmhouse, with all its windows flaming with the reflection from a golden cloud. Here they come rushing, the wind of their passing shaking the snow from the pines; on, on, over deep-rutted woodcutters' roads, over stumps and stones--falling, bruising themselves, burying their faces deep in the snow, but dragging themselves up again, smiling to each other and rushing on again. Then, reaching home red and dripping, they lean the ski up against the wall, and stamp the snow off their boots. "Merle," said Peer, picking the ice from his beard, "we must have a bottle of Burgundy at dinner to-night." "Yes--and shall we ring up and ask someone to come over?" "Someone--from outside? Can't we two have a little jollification all to ourselves?" "Yes, yes, of course, if you like." A shower-bath--a change of underclothes--how delicious! And--an idea! He'll appear at dinner in evening dress, just for a surprise. But as he entered the room he stopped short. For there stood Merle herself in evening dress--a dress of dark red velvet, with his locket round her neck and the big plaits of hair rolled into a generous knot low on her neck. Flowers on the table--the wine set to warm--the finest glass, the best silver--ptarmigan--how splendid! They lift their glasses filled with the red wine and drink to each other. The frozen winter landscape still lingered in their thoughts, but the sun had warmed their souls; they laughed and jested, held each other's hands long, and sat smiling at each other in long silences. "A glorious day to-day, Merle. And to-morrow we die." "What do you say!--to-morrow!" "Or fifty years hence. It comes to the same thing." He pressed her hand and his eyes half closed. "But this evening we're together--and what could we want more?" Then he fell to talking of his Egyptian experiences. He had once spent a month's holiday in visiting ruined cities with Maspero, the great Maspero himself, going with him to Luxor, to Karnak, with its great avenues of sphinxes, to El Amarna a
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