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. "Few stay more than a day. There is a musical programme, and we have the windows open and blinds up, and a pink lamp shade over the piano lamp—a sort of advertisement of the place, you know. Some one may observe us. Got the tickets? Yes, but then—you said you borrowed?” “I did, too,” said Ann Veronica. They thought that he was dead at first, and they took him to the hospital.
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