Chapter IX BRENDON’S LUCK Anna sat in a chair in her room and sighed. Why did you go back to your old look? Don’t take it personally, Lucy, but sometimes you look like you are trying to dress ‘poor’ or something. . I was resolved to see you. “I got Sydney’s telegram at ten o’clock, and caught the ten-thirty from the Gare du Nord. “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. ’ ‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. If he escapes at all, it must be before our faces. Girls who had envied her former position as John’s amour passed no opportunity to utter cryptic remarks as she sat in Study Hall, walked down hallways, or rinsed her hands in the bathroom.
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