As he fell, he caught at the projecting masonry. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’ ‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. Somewhere, where we can talk without interruption. Come back with me to-night. Do you remember what I said when you took me at the Mint four days ago? I told you my turn would come. She hastened past. So he made merry at the dinner table, told comic stories, and was astonished at the readiness with which she grasped the comic side of life. "You repeated the word 'Fool' over and over. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. The woman I wanted was another man's wife. 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. And I am grateful to you. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night.
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