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The
living
travellers
thought
little
or
nothing
of
the
dead
just
then
.
They
thought
much
more
of
alighting
at
the
convent
door
,
and
warming
themselves
at
the
convent
fire
.
Disengaged
from
the
turmoil
,
which
was
already
calming
down
as
the
crowd
of
mules
began
to
be
bestowed
in
the
stable
,
they
hurried
shivering
up
the
steps
and
into
the
building
.
There
was
a
smell
within
,
coming
up
from
the
floor
,
of
tethered
beasts
,
like
the
smell
of
a
menagerie
of
wild
animals
.
There
were
strong
arched
galleries
within
,
huge
stone
piers
,
great
staircases
,
and
thick
walls
pierced
with
small
sunken
windows
—
fortifications
against
the
mountain
storms
,
as
if
they
had
been
human
enemies
.
There
were
gloomy
vaulted
sleeping
-
rooms
within
,
intensely
cold
,
but
clean
and
hospitably
prepared
for
guests
.
Finally
,
there
was
a
parlour
for
guests
to
sit
in
and
sup
in
,
where
a
table
was
already
laid
,
and
where
a
blazing
fire
shone
red
and
high
.
In
this
room
,
after
having
had
their
quarters
for
the
night
allotted
to
them
by
two
young
Fathers
,
the
travellers
presently
drew
round
the
hearth
.
They
were
in
three
parties
;
of
whom
the
first
,
as
the
most
numerous
and
important
,
was
the
slowest
,
and
had
been
overtaken
by
one
of
the
others
on
the
way
up
.
It
consisted
of
an
elderly
lady
,
two
grey
-
haired
gentlemen
,
two
young
ladies
,
and
their
brother
.
These
were
attended
(
not
to
mention
four
guides
)
,
by
a
courier
,
two
footmen
,
and
two
waiting
-
maids
:
which
strong
body
of
inconvenience
was
accommodated
elsewhere
under
the
same
roof
.
The
party
that
had
overtaken
them
,
and
followed
in
their
train
,
consisted
of
only
three
members
:
one
lady
and
two
gentlemen
.
The
third
party
,
which
had
ascended
from
the
valley
on
the
Italian
side
of
the
Pass
,
and
had
arrived
first
,
were
four
in
number
:
a
plethoric
,
hungry
,
and
silent
German
tutor
in
spectacles
,
on
a
tour
with
three
young
men
,
his
pupils
,
all
plethoric
,
hungry
,
and
silent
,
and
all
in
spectacles
.
These
three
groups
sat
round
the
fire
eyeing
each
other
drily
,
and
waiting
for
supper
.
Only
one
among
them
,
one
of
the
gentlemen
belonging
to
the
party
of
three
,
made
advances
towards
conversation
.
Throwing
out
his
lines
for
the
Chief
of
the
important
tribe
,
while
addressing
himself
to
his
own
companions
,
he
remarked
,
in
a
tone
of
voice
which
included
all
the
company
if
they
chose
to
be
included
,
that
it
had
been
a
long
day
,
and
that
he
felt
for
the
ladies
.
That
he
feared
one
of
the
young
ladies
was
not
a
strong
or
accustomed
traveller
,
and
had
been
over
-
fatigued
two
or
three
hours
ago
.
That
he
had
observed
,
from
his
station
in
the
rear
,
that
she
sat
her
mule
as
if
she
were
exhausted
.
That
he
had
,
twice
or
thrice
afterwards
,
done
himself
the
honour
of
inquiring
of
one
of
the
guides
,
when
he
fell
behind
,
how
the
lady
did
.
That
he
had
been
enchanted
to
learn
that
she
had
recovered
her
spirits
,
and
that
it
had
been
but
a
passing
discomfort
.
That
he
trusted
(
by
this
time
he
had
secured
the
eyes
of
the
Chief
,
and
addressed
him
)
he
might
be
permitted
to
express
his
hope
that
she
was
now
none
the
worse
,
and
that
she
would
not
regret
having
made
the
journey
.
‘
My
daughter
,
I
am
obliged
to
you
,
sir
,
’
returned
the
Chief
,
‘
is
quite
restored
,
and
has
been
greatly
interested
.
’
‘
New
to
mountains
,
perhaps
?
’
said
the
insinuating
traveller
.
‘
New
to
—
ha
—
to
mountains
,
’
said
the
Chief
.
‘
But
you
are
familiar
with
them
,
sir
?
’
the
insinuating
traveller
assumed
.
‘
I
am
—
hum
—
tolerably
familiar
.
Not
of
late
years
.
Not
of
late
years
,
’
replied
the
Chief
,
with
a
flourish
of
his
hand
.
