still a kid!” He said. He regarded that perennial miracle of pinning with wrathful eyes. ‘I’ve never found a woman who did not drive me into a frenzy of boredom. 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. Confound this slavery of sex! I am a man! I will get this under if I am killed in doing it!” She scowled into the cold blacknesses about her. He had nothing more to say either to her or to Spurlock.
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