She wedged the towel between her
legs. “No! No no no no no no no!” She ran towards them,
her arms outstretched, but he blocked her. “Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. In a side-glance—for
the floor was variously encumbered with overturned objects—he saw one of his
paper weights, a coloured glass ball such as McClintock used in trade. “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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