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" "So am I. “I suppose a girl MUST be underpaid and sweated,” said Ann Veronica. “You are mistaken, David. ‘Long enough for you to see Frith for me. 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. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. A creature of convenience, she could have cared less if her children were carried away by drunkards on the street.
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