The cultivated indifference, which was part of the armour of his little world fell away from him. Its dreariness, like the filthiness of the police cell, was a discovery for her. Part 7 As they came back from that day’s climb—it was up the Mittaghorn—they had to cross a shining space of wet, steep rocks between two grass slopes that needed a little care. "Is it poison?" she asked. “I knew I should have died!” She went fast into a state of shock.
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