CHAPTER XVII. Play fair with her. CHAPTER THE THIRD
THE MORNING OF THE CRISIS
Part 1
Two days after came the day of the Crisis, the day of the Fadden Dance. It is a very small affair, after all,
and you can pay me back if you will. My whole life shall be devoted to you,
beloved girl. "So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the
letter. ‘If he had, he’d have found the sword, see. . “Can you take any from me?”
“No, I won’t do that. You must dispose of the goldsmith's note I gave you yesterday, as
soon as you arrive at Rotterdam. “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. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and
she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. ”
“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?’”
“And then?”
“She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk. Instead, they
lived a Bohemian existence, moving from patron to
patron, city to city. Her mother
brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for
her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some
decidedly un-Christian.
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