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Updated: June 29, 2025


She was already known in Interlaken for she had served as chambermaid in one of the hotels for several summers before her marriage. When the day came for the big herd of cows to be taken up to the mountain pasture, Toni's mother gave him his little bundle and said: "Go now, in God's name!

I know you're always good, but, from all I've heard, this Paris is an awful place and good-by. Good-by. In Lucerne in two days or Interlaken in three. It's got to be that, or back I come, remember. I HATE to leave you all alone amongst these jabberin' foreigners. I'm glad you can jabber, too, that's one comfort.

The stranger's first feeling, when suddenly confronted by that towering and awful apparition wrapped in its shroud of snow, is breath-taking astonishment. It is as if heaven's gates had swung open and exposed the throne. It is peaceful here and pleasant at Interlaken. Nothing going on at least nothing but brilliant life-giving sunshine. There are floods and floods of that.

When the musing spider steps upon the red-hot shovel, he first exhibits a wild surprise, then he shrivels up. Similar was the effect of these blistering words upon the tranquil and unsuspecting Agent. I can be dreadfully rough on a person when the mood takes me. We now prepared for a considerable walk from Lucerne to Interlaken, over the Bruenig Pass.

She spent some time in travel, especially in Germany and Italy, and then, choosing Interlaken as her home, turned her attention to the illustration of books, as well as to portrait and genre painting. In the Museum at Freiburg is her "Point-lace-maker." A series of sixteen "Phantasies" by this artist has been published in Munich.

Cloud and to the police station?" "No. Evidently she was frightened out of her boots by the Hawkshaws. I don't blame her, do you?" "And you've had no word from her?" "None. Now you are going to ask what reason I have for believing that she will come to Interlaken. Well, I can't answer that question. I think she'll come, that's all." "Do you think she is in love with you?"

The puzzle was soon explained. He waited for her on the stairway as she came down alone to dinner. "You told me that your friends were not in Interlaken, Mr. Schmidt," she said coldly. "Why did you feel called upon to deceive me?" He bit his lip. For an instant he reflected, and then gave an evasive answer. "I think I told you that I was alone in this hotel. Miss Guile.

Byron could sleep on the deck of a sailing vessel wrapped in his cloak and feel none the worse for it; his well-braced mind and aspiring spirit soared above all bodily discomforts; his thoughts were engrossed with the mighty teachings of time; he was able to lose himself in glorious reveries on the lessons of the past and the possibilities of the future; the attitude of the inspired Thinker as well as Poet was his, and a crust of bread and cheese served him as sufficiently on his journeyings among the then unspoilt valleys and mountains of Switzerland as the warm, greasy, indigestible fare of the elaborate table-d'hotes at Lucerne and Interlaken serve us now.

The incessant rains of two days raised the little creeks in the vicinity of Interlaken to torrents. Many bridges were washed out. Canandaigua Lake reached its highest level in sixteen years. Streets in Canandaigua were flooded. Floods due to breaks and overflows in the Erie Canal at Waterloo, Seneca Falls, Port Bryon and elsewhere, caused thousands of dollars loss.

And I'm no hummin'-bird when it comes to perchin', either." She had received the telegram which Frances sent and had come from Interlaken post haste. "And I don't know," she declared, "which part of that telegram upset me most what there was in it or the name signed at the bottom of it. HER name! I couldn't believe my eyes. I didn't stop to believe 'em long. I just came.

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