A woman
may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend she makes no mistake. “It spreads
like wildfire. It has become a part of the order of my life. ’
‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled
features. "Whist!" exclaimed Terence; "he elevates his glim. I would be
chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. “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. “If it is a choice between the two,” she answered, “I must be Annabel Pellissier. 167
“True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a
child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on
bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad.
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