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The policemen were closing in
from the sides to intervene. It was the size of my palm. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven
back to Stratton Street. 95
The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban
police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except
for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been
brought in for DUI. “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. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an
undefined sense of approaching danger. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. " There was a pause.
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