Somehow her walk home
with him had been transmogrified into a melodramatic
rejection, a slamming. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory. He was out of breath,
and spoke in broken sentences. “You
underestimate your own sickness, and the ill humors that
struck you may strike again. It slipped out—as did that “she”. "The whole thing in a nutshell!"
"Are there no men a woman may trust absolutely?"
"Hang it, that isn't it. ” He replied solemnly, looking straight into
her eyes. Austin, or any
man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible. “There
isn’t any way you could be worse than John. 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.
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