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So saying, he descended a short spiral staircase, and, entering a long stone
gallery, from which several other passages branched, took one of them, and after
various turnings—for he was familiar with all the intricacies of the prison—
arrived at the cell of which he was in search. I do not know. She looked in the glass over and over as she checked
for lint and makeup streaks. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a
terrible clap was heard overhead. “And now, look at us! See what
we have become. “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. ’
Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own
tone light. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or
prospered equally.
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