It could not go on much longer, her luck. He must be tied behind the carriage. “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. You haven’t an idea what the sort of employment you could get
there would be like, the sort of people you would be mixed up with. ‘She is constantly thinking of you,’ I said. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the
wind veered slightly.
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