“I saw his face in a mirror. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom dame. ’ ‘Leonardo again,’ Gerald muttered and, to her disappointment, dropped her hand. ‘I can’t think how I’ve tolerated myself all these years. “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. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. Her answer was not quite ready.
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