“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. Use the gilt, man!"
"There's no need of picklock or crow-bar, here, Mr. He was silent. His name is Taber?"
"Howard Taber. He knew me, Nigel. The spring can't be opened on
this side. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that
I had better not?”
He smiled indulgently.
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