At the back of her mind, Melusine noted an odd look in the
boy’s face, but there was no time to explore it. “How would you prevent it?” she
asked. Unless women are never
to be free, never to be even respected, there must be a generation of martyrs. For a
moment he did not recognize Annabel. Sheppard looked fixedly at him, as if she would penetrate the gloomy depth
of his soul. “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. Sir James Thornhill's preparations being completed, Mr. "
He opened his eyes, to behold hers large with wonder.
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