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. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. She picked up the hand cannon. He was really very bright and clever, with a sort of conversational boldness that was just within the limits of permissible daring. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. Once more he begged; but as Ruth only repeated her sharp command, he spun about and raced toward the jungle. He did not look up, so he did not know that in her other hand she held a glass of wine. "If you have contrived to break out of your confinement, villain, this is the last place where you ought to show yourself. She had imagined she had drowned them altogether.
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