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She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. “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. Why aren’t you folded up clean in lavender—as every young woman ought to be? What have you been doing with yourself?. ” “Do you think it is really worth while?” Lady Lescelles asked gently. " Carefully depositing Winifred on a sofa, Jack then extinguished the light, and, as he unfastened the door, crept behind it. "'Odd's-my-life!—what's that?" he cried, greatly alarmed. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. “No reason.
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