“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. Wood. “We are the music and you are the instrument,” she said; “we
are verse and you are prose. ” Her mind went off to Capes. ’
‘And who, may I ask, is Dorothée?’ asked Gerald. "I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means
to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!"
CHAPTER XII
The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow.
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