He knew what he knew. 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. The signs of tears had all gone, but some subtle change seemed to have stolen into her face. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. Well, I'll be getting this tub under way. He's safe enough now.
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