If you do not help me to read the riddle of
yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. ‘She may well try to go back. After a day or so, perhaps, we will go on one or two
little excursions and see how good your head is—a mild scramble or so; and then
up to a hut on a pass just here, and out upon the Blumlis-alp glacier that spreads
out so and so. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone
call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. Hell, my mom hates everyone,
don’t take this personally, but she doesn’t like you very
much and she isn’t shy about letting me know. There was a
photo of her that looked exactly like you. But I see now.
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