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"
Yes
.
I
’
m
going
to
coast
down
Monday
.
"
"
With
me
on
your
handle
-
bars
?
I
mean
,
really
—
will
you
?
I
can
’
t
think
of
more
fun
.
"
"
But
I
will
carry
you
down
in
my
arms
,
"
Marmora
protested
intensely
.
"
I
will
roller
-
skate
you
—
or
I
will
throw
you
and
you
will
fall
slowly
like
a
feather
.
"
The
delight
in
Nicole
’
s
face
—
to
be
a
feather
again
instead
of
a
plummet
,
to
float
and
not
to
drag
.
She
was
a
carnival
to
watch
—
at
times
primly
coy
,
posing
,
grimacing
and
gesturing
—
sometimes
the
shadow
fell
and
the
dignity
of
old
suffering
flowed
down
into
her
finger
tips
.
Dick
wished
himself
away
from
her
,
fearing
that
he
was
a
reminder
of
a
world
well
left
behind
.
He
resolved
to
go
to
the
other
hotel
.
When
the
funicular
came
to
rest
those
new
to
it
stirred
in
suspension
between
the
blues
of
two
heavens
.
It
was
merely
for
a
mysterious
exchange
between
the
conductor
of
the
car
going
up
and
the
conductor
of
the
car
coming
down
.
Then
up
and
up
over
a
forest
path
and
a
gorge
—
then
again
up
a
hill
that
became
solid
with
narcissus
,
from
passengers
to
sky
.
The
people
in
Montreux
playing
tennis
in
the
lakeside
courts
were
pinpoints
now
.
Something
new
was
in
the
air
;
freshness
—
freshness
embodying
itself
in
music
as
the
car
slid
into
Glion
and
they
heard
the
orchestra
in
the
hotel
garden
.
When
they
changed
to
the
mountain
train
the
music
was
drowned
by
the
rushing
water
released
from
the
hydraulic
chamber
.
Almost
overhead
was
Caux
,
where
the
thousand
windows
of
a
hotel
burned
in
the
late
sun
.
But
the
approach
was
different
—
a
leather
-
lunged
engine
pushed
the
passengers
round
and
round
in
a
corkscrew
,
mounting
,
rising
;
they
chugged
through
low
-
level
clouds
and
for
a
moment
Dick
lost
Nicole
’
s
face
in
the
spray
of
the
slanting
donkey
engine
;
they
skirted
a
lost
streak
of
wind
with
the
hotel
growing
in
size
at
each
spiral
,
until
with
a
vast
surprise
they
were
there
,
on
top
of
the
sunshine
.
In
the
confusion
of
arrival
,
as
Dick
slung
his
knapsack
and
started
forward
on
the
platform
to
get
his
bicycle
,
Nicole
was
beside
him
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
at
our
hotel
?
"
she
asked
.
