He threw up his hand, reeled for a moment on his feet, and collapsed upon the floor. Mr. ’ ‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting down beside her. “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. She required no instructions from books; her wit and beauty were her own. I'll knock off at tea. Bring your liveralong?" "I sometimes wonder if I have any—if it isn't the hole where it was that aches.
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