Do you know that this becomes a habit?”
“If you would only teach us all,” he murmured, “how to acquire it. He could not promise that she would ever appear again in that
house. ‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I
did ask. Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s
many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that
surveyed its operations. ’
‘What are you about now, child?’ demanded Martha apprehensively. “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.
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