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At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. 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. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. ” “As sentinel.
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