The prospect of the gallows would never deter me from taking to the road, if I were so inclined. 144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. Katy had sneered at her for a moment, their eyes locking. ’ Gerald came into the room as he spoke, his eyes on the stormclouds rapidly gathering in Melusine’s face. “Martin Chen!” Michelle shouted his name in an outburst, like an invocation. “One day,” he resumed, “we will start off early and come down into Kandersteg and up these zigzags and here and here, and so past this Daubensee to a tiny inn—it won’t be busy yet, though; we may get it all to ourselves—on the brim of the steepest zigzag you can imagine, thousands of feet of zigzag; and you will sit and eat lunch with me and look out across the Rhone Valley and over blue distances beyond blue distances to the Matterhorn and Monte Rosa and a long regiment of sunny, snowy mountains.
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