“Your name and address were upon an envelope found in the pocket of an Englishman who was brought here late last night suffering from serious injuries,” he said in a dry official tone. “This ain’t no place for you. It’s a thing that’s happened to you. ‘Do you think it is the man in the moon that I mean? What is it that Gérard has told you?’ ‘That you need help. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. In an instant the expectant calm of Westminster was ended, and the very Speaker in the chair blenched at the sound of the policemen’s whistles. He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment. 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. ’ His eyes found the girl again, and he added rancorously, ‘Giving birth to you. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form. She could hear their footsteps upon the pavement. She passed inside and upstairs without a word.
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