"Can you not love him?"
"Love him!" echoed the widow. “But I am your husband,” he said. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together
in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so
went by way of Spies to Frutigen. They went into Michelle's tiny bedroom, bare except
for a dresser, a closet, and a miniscule single bed that
resembled her own at the Becks. "Cease your confounded clutter!" said a young man, whose swarthy visage, seen
in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and
found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a
couple of farming-men. She complained of the crowded cities,
dismayed that the people were repopulating them like
rabbits.
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