“I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. Her bonnet dropped off and was trampled into the gutter. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered the room. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column. But she did not in the least want to do that. I will do anything and everything I can to become your equal. “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. It was surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly. Presently they came to a wall, on the other side of which the dog began to bark violently; but Blueskin tossed him a piece of prepared meat, and uttering a low growl, he became silent. You and I.
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