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. A conviction that her sister’s words were true had from the first possessed her. ’ ‘You always were an old sobersides, even as a boy,’ retorted the major, who was close on thirty now, yet as ripe for excitement as he had been on receiving his first commission at sixteen. She was gathering quite a crowd in her newfound popularity, and the phenomenon was so apparent she could almost form her own harem of young boys. So, by way of gaining time, he resolved to question him further. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. It was better even than the hymn-singing. ’ She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. “I will go,” he said. In the end he broke his own heart along with your mother's.
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