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This was a bitter winter on the Albanian frontier, and God alone knows how the party got to Ranovica at all.
None but a madman would have attempted the journey at such a moment in the story of the Balkans; but as John Faber remarked, it needed a double-barrelled charge of insanity to venture it in the winter. Yet he had told Maryska that he would go, and go he did.