Her voice recalled him. ” “What?” He asked. ” His voice assumed an easy detached tone. “Who, me? I scare you?” He asked. He pulled down a chair to her left. . “A thick-set, coarse-looking young man, Anna!” she exclaimed in a hoarse excited whisper. It is better to face the truth. The picturesque scoundrel had the true gift; and Spurlock was filled with pity at the thought of such genius gone to pot. He loaded the launch with a thousand pounds—all she could carry—and started home immediately after sundown; but even then he lost from a hundred to a hundred and fifty pounds before he had the stuff cached in McClintock's bamboo-covered sawdust pit. “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.
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