Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. ” He looked at her intensely, his dark eyes deepened with sleeplessness. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. . In his way he was critical. “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. That was an admission all right. Were such a thing to happen again, I'd never let Mr.
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