She sat very still, and his eyes rested on that ornament for a moment, and then travelled slowly to her wrist and the soft lines of her forearm. She visualized him as in a policeman’s uniform and quite impassive. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. He not only failed in making any impression, but seemed to increase the difficulties, for after an hour's toil he had broken the nail and slightly bent the iron bar. “I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. 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. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor has gone down himself to help it along. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. ‘I’ve never before made love at pistol point. ‘You do not try. Ann Veronica sat back with a sigh of relief.
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