It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. The question ceased to be a tea-table talk, and became suddenly tragically real for Ann Veronica. Until that moment, Jarvis had imagined the child to be safe in the wet-nurse’s cottage. 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. It is positively hateful to think of it. Much to her annoyance, therefore, Winifred was left alone with the woollendraper, who following up a maxim of his own, "that nothing was gained by too much bashfulness," determined to profit by the opportunity. Or, after all, is it worth while? The Channel is a little broader than the Boulevards— but one crosses it sometimes. Mrs.
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