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"
It
mightn
’
t
do
them
any
good
.
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Everybody
ought
to
have
some
place
to
go
.
"
"
They
have
the
cathedral
,
"
Catherine
said
.
We
were
past
it
now
.
We
crossed
the
far
end
of
the
square
and
looked
back
at
the
cathedral
.
It
was
fine
in
the
mist
.
We
were
standing
in
front
of
the
leather
goods
shop
.
There
were
riding
boots
,
a
rucksack
and
ski
boots
in
the
window
.
Each
article
was
set
apart
as
an
exhibit
;
the
rucksack
in
the
centre
,
the
riding
boots
on
one
side
and
the
ski
boots
on
the
other
.
The
leather
was
dark
and
oiled
smooth
as
a
used
saddle
.
The
electric
light
made
high
lights
on
the
dull
oiled
leather
.
"
We
’
ll
ski
some
time
.
"
"
In
two
months
there
will
be
ski
-
ing
at
Mürren
,
"
Catherine
said
.
"
Let
’
s
go
there
.
"
"
All
right
,
"
she
said
.
We
went
on
past
other
windows
and
turned
down
a
side
street
.
"
I
’
ve
never
been
this
way
.
"
"
This
is
the
way
I
go
to
the
hospital
,
"
I
said
.
It
was
a
narrow
street
and
we
kept
on
the
right
-
hand
side
.
There
were
many
people
passing
in
the
fog
.
There
were
shops
and
all
the
windows
were
lighted
.
We
looked
in
a
window
at
a
pile
of
cheeses
.
I
stopped
in
front
of
an
armorer
’
s
shop
.
"
Come
in
a
minute
.
I
have
to
buy
a
gun
.
"
