His ideas about girls and women were of a sentimental and modest quality;
they were creatures, he thought, either too bad for a modern vocabulary, and then
frequently most undesirably desirable, or too pure and good for life. Then
I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. Bête, she told herself fiercely. ”
“Hah!” He threw his head back. ‘This is not love, Marthe. “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. But I give you this warning, and let it sink in. So he dashed
himself from the highest turret of the castle he had made
to the rocks below!”
“Lucy, open the door, it’s me, Martin. How I wish I
might meet this delightful mystery lady of yours.
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