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It is the old story of a Westerner meddling with an Eastern custom. “One day,” he resumed, “we will start off early and come down into Kandersteg and up these zigzags and here and here, and so past this Daubensee to a tiny inn—it won’t be busy yet, though; we may get it all to ourselves—on the brim of the steepest zigzag you can imagine, thousands of feet of zigzag; and you will sit and eat lunch with me and look out across the Rhone Valley and over blue distances beyond blue distances to the Matterhorn and Monte Rosa and a long regiment of sunny, snowy mountains. They don’t know who did it, actually. Such freedoms from such people were not to be endured. . "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction. You feel that that smile is for you, the words are for you, the whole song is for you. Once before—but that had been different. The mob now directed their attention to Newgate; and, from their threats, appeared determined to fire it. To an unthinking mind the episode would be ordinary, trivial; but to the doctor, who had had plenty of time to think during his sojourn in China, it was basic of the child's unhappiness. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants.
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