“One day,” he resumed, “we will start off early and come down into
Kandersteg and up these zigzags and here and here, and so past this Daubensee
to a tiny inn—it won’t be busy yet, though; we may get it all to ourselves—on
the brim of the steepest zigzag you can imagine, thousands of feet of zigzag; and
you will sit and eat lunch with me and look out across the Rhone Valley and over
blue distances beyond blue distances to the Matterhorn and Monte Rosa and a
long regiment of sunny, snowy mountains. She had, poor inexperienced fool, given
herself away. This light did not remain stationary, but could be seen at one moment
glimmering through the rents in the roof, and at another shining through the
cracks in the wall, or the broken panes of the casement. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his
friend.
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