” She spoke like a mistress addressing school-children. “You!” she exclaimed. She's fine. Take care of yourselves, gentlemen, and your governor will take care of you. Thanks. 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. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness.
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