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He wished to walk, but Innocentina said that he was already too tired, and before he knew what was happening, she had him in the saddle on his âne. So they went off, and where they will pass the night, their saints alone know, for it is all but certain that they will never get such animals as those even as far as the Cantine de Proz." "They were going in our direction, then?" I said.
"The Cantine de Proz is but a house, nothing more, Monsieur, in the loneliest and wildest part of the Pass how lonely, and how wild, you cannot guess yet by what you have seen.
Sometimes it appeared to be running backward, and then suddenly it seemed to be racing forward, and always it kept playing its game of hide-and-seek with them all, and laughing and dancing like a merry elf or water-sprite. The river kept all of them interested until they stopped at a little village, which the muleteer said was Cantine de Proz.
"There," said Joseph, pointing, "is the Cantine de Proz." The Scraping of Acquaintance "You shall be treated to . . . ironical smiles and mockings." "Up the hillside yonder, through the morning." I saw, standing desolate in the basin of mountains, an old house of grey stone, very square, very plain, very resolute and staunch of physiognomy.
Perhaps you'll wander into one story, and I'll get lost in another." A certain sadness fell upon me, born partly of our talk, partly of the poignant beauty of the night. We came to the Cantine de Proz, fast asleep in its lonely valley, and so we went on and on, our souls tuned to music and poetry by the song of the stars and the beauty of the night: But slowly a change stole over us.
"I only wish there were something to form it round." "But there isn't except a few chocolate creams I bought in Aosta because I respected their old age, poor things." "Perhaps even decrepid chocolates are better than nothing. Let's give 'em honourable burial unless you want them all to yourself, as you did the chicken at the 'Déjeûner, and the room at the Cantine de Proz."
It was the donkeys I saw at first, and then I came full upon a man, dressed all in the brown of the tree trunks, so that at a distance he would not be seen among them, in the dusk. He had the rücksack I had noticed at the Cantine de Proz in one hand, and with the other he had just drawn a knife from the belt under his coat.
"The turnstile," he finished my broken sentence. "Where is the turnstile?" "At the place whatever it may be where we get tired of each other. Isn't that what you meant?" "According to my present views, that place might be at the other end of the world. You must remember it was never I who tried to get away from you. At the Cantine de Proz, I " "Don't let's remember to that time.
Pierre, unless Monsieur would care to stop at the Cantine de Proz." "What is the Cantine de Proz?" I asked, trudging along the stony road, with my eyes held by a huge snow mountain which had suddenly loomed above the green shoulders of lesser hills, like a great white barrier across the world.
I like the idea of the lonely Cantine de Proz." My opinion of the Pass was changing for the better, before we reached the straggling town of stony pavements, which could not have a more appropriate patron than St. Pierre. True, our road was always narrow, and poorly kept for a great mountain highway; so far, none of the magnificent engineering which impressed one on the Simplon.
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