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The
conductor
shut
a
door
;
he
telephoned
his
confrere
among
the
undulati
,
and
with
a
jerk
the
car
was
pulled
upward
,
heading
for
a
pinpoint
on
an
emerald
hill
above
.
After
it
cleared
the
low
roofs
,
the
skies
of
Vaud
,
Valais
,
Swiss
Savoy
,
and
Geneva
spread
around
the
passengers
in
cyclorama
.
On
the
centre
of
the
lake
,
cooled
by
the
piercing
current
of
the
Rhône
,
lay
the
true
centre
of
the
Western
World
.
Upon
it
floated
swans
like
boats
and
boats
like
swans
,
both
lost
in
the
nothingness
of
the
heartless
beauty
.
It
was
a
bright
day
,
with
sun
glittering
on
the
grass
beach
below
and
the
white
courts
of
the
Kursal
.
The
figures
on
the
courts
threw
no
shadows
.
When
Chillon
and
the
island
palace
of
Salagnon
came
into
view
Dick
turned
his
eyes
inward
.
The
funicular
was
above
the
highest
houses
of
the
shore
;
on
both
sides
a
tangle
of
foliage
and
flowers
culminated
at
intervals
in
masses
of
color
.
It
was
a
rail
-
side
garden
,
and
in
the
car
was
a
sign
:
Défense
de
cueillir
les
fleurs
.
Though
one
must
not
pick
flowers
on
the
way
up
,
the
blossoms
trailed
in
as
they
passed
—
Dorothy
Perkins
roses
dragged
patiently
through
each
compartment
slowly
waggling
with
the
motion
of
the
funicular
,
letting
go
at
the
last
to
swing
back
to
their
rosy
cluster
.
Again
and
again
these
branches
went
through
the
car
.
In
the
compartment
above
and
in
front
of
Dick
’
s
,
a
group
of
English
were
standing
up
and
exclaiming
upon
the
backdrop
of
sky
,
when
suddenly
there
was
a
confusion
among
them
—
they
parted
to
give
passage
to
a
couple
of
young
people
who
made
apologies
and
scrambled
over
into
the
rear
compartment
of
the
funicular
—
Dick
’
s
compartment
.
The
young
man
was
a
Latin
with
the
eyes
of
a
stuffed
deer
;
the
girl
was
Nicole
.
The
two
climbers
gasped
momentarily
from
their
efforts
;
as
they
settled
into
seats
,
laughing
and
crowding
the
English
to
the
corners
,
Nicole
said
,
"
Hel
-
LO
.
"
She
was
lovely
to
look
at
;
immediately
Dick
saw
that
something
was
different
;
in
a
second
he
realized
it
was
her
fine
-
spun
hair
,
bobbed
like
Irene
Castle
’
s
and
fluffed
into
curls
.
She
wore
a
sweater
of
powder
blue
and
a
white
tennis
skirt
—
she
was
the
first
morning
in
May
and
every
taint
of
the
clinic
was
departed
.
"
Plunk
!
"
she
gasped
.
"
Whoo
-
oo
that
guard
.
They
’
ll
arrest
us
at
the
next
stop
.
Doctor
Diver
,
the
Conte
de
Marmora
.
"
"
Gee
-
imminy
!
"
She
felt
her
new
hair
,
panting
.
"
Sister
bought
first
-
class
tickets
—
it
’
s
a
matter
of
principle
with
her
.
"
She
and
Marmora
exchanged
glances
and
shouted
:
"
Then
we
found
that
first
-
class
is
the
hearse
part
behind
the
chauffeur
—
shut
in
with
curtains
for
a
rainy
day
,
so
you
can
’
t
see
anything
.
But
Sister
’
s
very
dignified
—
"
Again
Nicole
and
Marmora
laughed
with
young
intimacy
.
"
Where
you
bound
?
"
asked
Dick
.
"
Caux
.
You
too
?
"
Nicole
looked
at
his
costume
.
"
That
your
bicycle
they
got
up
in
front
?
"
