’ He scratched
his chin as if he thought about it, but covertly kept a careful study of what he
could see of her face. “If you must go on with it,” said Hetty, “now’s your time. 144
I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs
finally. There was no railway beyond Frutigen in
those days; they sent their baggage by post to Kandersteg, and walked along the
mule path to the left of the stream to that queer hollow among the precipices,
Blau See, where the petrifying branches of trees lie in the blue deeps of an icy
lake, and pine-trees clamber among gigantic boulders. Delight surged through her
as her breasts, shoulders, and belly touched his naked
flesh all at once.
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