He recognized the
handwriting, and turned a shade paler. It’s just upon my lunch-time. From the point of view of most things in the world of
employment which a woman can do reasonably well and earn a living by, you’re
unripe and half-educated. Sooner or later we’ll certainly do something to clean those prisons
you told me about—limewash the underside of life. If you know
her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’
‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. “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. Indeed, it seemed inevitable that she must clear it up with his assistance, or
not at all. He's down in Patagonia somewhere.
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