Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. “Your arrival is really most opportune. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. 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. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go. . I forget.
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