She laughed softly, and leaned across the table. Part 7 As they came back from that day’s climb—it was up the Mittaghorn—they had to cross a shining space of wet, steep rocks between two grass slopes that needed a little care. Each arm of the blouse had the faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked familiar.
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