“I feared we might have a fog. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. ” “Yeah, I think she hates you, hon.
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