Now was the moment. His face suddenly flushed. Could he possibly ski that slope?His muscles tensed with excitement.
Now!He pushed off over the top of the cornice.then he was being sucked down by the steepness. his skis were in the air. then they were cutting into the velvety snow:they vanished from sight.white snowspume frothed around his knees, eveen touched his face as though with cold needles.
he made one turn and freezing powdery snow rose in a cloud.he realized then that, however deep it was, the snow was so cold and feather-light that was not difficult to ski in.
he bent his knees slightly, put in the ski-stick, raised his heels with the little jump that he had been taught, landed gently,and pushed out with his heels,making another long gliding turn.again and again he made long turns down the beautiful unmarked snow."i am alone,skiing down here,"he thought."this is really me."
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