"
Mrs. "
"Accident or not," rejoined Sheppard; "you're no longer pall of mine. Lassitude?”
“I suppose so. You
women, with your tricks of evasion, you’re a sex of swindlers. There was no railway beyond Frutigen in
those days; they sent their baggage by post to Kandersteg, and walked along the
mule path to the left of the stream to that queer hollow among the precipices,
Blau See, where the petrifying branches of trees lie in the blue deeps of an icy
lake, and pine-trees clamber among gigantic boulders. I want very much to do
something for women. It was a
copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and
awakened a thousand tender recollections. "I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune
must have befallen him. We will go to the
passage and then I shall bind you. He was no Hoddy, but a tremendous man, with hairy
arms and bearded face and drink-shattered intellect. ‘Civilian peace-keeping
forces, you know.
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