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. We felt like thieves. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. "I could not believe you capable of so foul a deed. He left that arid rule clear of the least mist of refinement or delicacy. " The thief-taker's residence was a large dismal-looking, habitation, separated from the street by a flagged court-yard, and defended from general approach by an iron railing.
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