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It was you, of course, whom he wanted. “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. ‘Of course she don’t understand,’ snapped Charvill irascibly. ‘You are mad,’ Gosse uttered, and only just had time to get himself up from the floor. I have only seen your sister for a very brief time, and I am a little past the age when a man does headstrong things. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. He was tall and straight, and his expression was good. "Blueskin's a friend in need," he said. The one through which she had come and Gosse had entered behind her. “You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. “I cannot say more.
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