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Surely, nothing could exceed the loveliness as we wound down the hillside, through the vineyards, to Lausanne, and farther on, near the foot of the lake, to Montreux, backed by precipitous but tree-clad hills, fronted by the lovely water, and the great mountains which run away south into Savoy, where Velan lifts up its snows.
"The disastrous effects of the troubles in Vienna will be seen clearly from the following message from Herr von Skrzynski, dated Montreux, February 12, 1918. Skrzynski writes: "'I learn from a reliable source that France has issued the following notification: We were already quite disposed to enter into discussion with Austria.
As Julie stood beside her, while Lady Blanche had gone to fetch a book from the salon, the poor child put out her hand and grasped that of Julie. "It is quite possible I may get the letter to-night," she said, in a hurried whisper. "My maid went down to Montreux there is a clever man at the post-office who tried to make it out for us. He thinks it'll be to-night."
"A hash of foreigners," the Swiss call Montreux, and they scarcely contribute a native flavor to the dish.
The mental powers!" She laughed. "There rolls another avalanche!" they said in the valley. In Montreux, one of the adjoining towns, which with Clarens, Vernex and Crin forms a garland around the northeast part of the lake of Geneva, dwelt Babette's god-mother, a distinguished English lady, with her daughters and a young relation.
The fig ripens near yonder village of Montreux, and, open to the morning sun while it is sheltered by the precipices above, the whole of that shore well deserves its happy reputation.
I was born in or near Paris, in the year 1844. My father was a fairly prosperous man of business a general merchant, to be precise, who dealt largely in shoes; but when I was about ten years old, my mother, in consequence of certain domestic differences, took me to live with her at Montreux, and other places in Switzerland, where I was educated.
"My husband," said Julie, rising, and, going to the balustrade, she waved to Delafield, who had come up from Montreux by one of the steep vineyard paths. "I will tell him you are here," she added, with what might have been taken for the shyness of the young wife. She ran down the steps leading from the terrace to the lower garden. Aileen looked at her mother.
He was wearing the new knickerbockers which he had ordered at Montreux, and which were of precisely the same vast check as had ornamented Denry's legs on the previous night. "Hullo!" said Denry, sympathetically. "What's this?" The Captain needed sympathy. "Ski-ing yesterday afternoon," said he, with a little laugh. "Hasn't the Countess told any of you?" "No," said Denry, "not a word."
The little party wandered between the white, sunlighted walls, which surround the vineyards of the little mountain town of Montreux, through the fig-trees which flourish before every peasant's house and in whose gardens, the laurel and cypress trees are green. Half-way up the hill stood the boarding house where the god-mother resided. The reception was very cordial.
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