I’m rather scornful. ‘And you know, my dear, I do think you must make up
your mind to beard this wretched grandfather of yours. “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. He never retires to rest
till daybreak—if at all. Strange, I could never learn her history. You don’t understand the fix I
am in.
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