“Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through
the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. But sadly, at Lullingstone we are too far off the coast to be of use. His arm
fell to his side. Sheppard. ’
Gerald controlled a quivering lip. 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. Indeed I must. He told her something about
music, the great world outside. “She means to go. “Great Scott!” he exclaimed huskily. You’re trespassing again, and I’ve come to arrest you,’ Gerald
said promptly. “We are to begin our married life to-night—here
where I first met you. She lingered over
donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and
placket, double knotting her long scarf.
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