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"
All
right
.
"
What
looked
like
a
point
ahead
was
a
long
high
headland
.
I
went
further
out
in
the
lake
to
pass
it
.
The
lake
was
much
narrower
now
.
The
moon
was
out
again
and
the
guardia
di
finanza
could
have
seen
our
boat
black
on
the
water
if
they
had
been
watching
.
"
How
are
you
,
Cat
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
’
m
all
right
.
Where
are
we
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
think
we
have
more
than
about
eight
miles
more
.
"
"
That
’
s
a
long
way
to
row
,
you
poor
sweet
.
Aren
’
t
you
dead
?
"
"
No
.
I
’
m
all
right
.
My
hands
are
sore
is
all
.
"
We
went
on
up
the
lake
.
There
was
a
break
in
the
mountains
on
the
right
bank
,
a
flattening
-
out
with
a
low
shore
line
that
I
thought
must
be
Cannobio
.
I
stayed
a
long
way
out
because
it
was
from
now
on
that
we
ran
the
most
danger
of
meeting
guardia
.
There
was
a
high
dome
-
capped
mountain
on
the
other
shore
a
way
ahead
.
I
was
tired
.
It
was
no
great
distance
to
row
but
when
you
were
out
of
condition
it
had
been
a
long
way
.
I
knew
I
had
to
pass
that
mountain
and
go
up
the
lake
at
least
five
miles
further
before
we
would
be
in
Swiss
water
.
The
moon
was
almost
down
now
but
before
it
went
down
the
sky
clouded
over
again
and
it
was
very
dark
.
I
stayed
well
out
in
the
lake
,
rowing
awhile
,
then
resting
and
holding
the
oars
so
that
the
wind
struck
the
blades
.
"
Let
me
row
awhile
,
"
Catherine
said
.
