The Queen of Sheba & My Cousin the Colonel by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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could do it in a day and a half, and you have been six weeks about it."
"Six weeks! I sometimes think I have loved her all my life," said Lynde. From the Schweizerhof the young men drove without speaking to the railroad station, which they reached just in time for Flemming to catch his train. With hurriedly exchanged promises to write each other, the two parted on the platform. Then Lynde in a serenely happy frame of mind caused himself to be driven to the Rue des Paquis, where he stopped at the chateau of the French marquis, which looked remarkably like a livery-stable, and arranged for a certain travelling-carriage to be at the door of the hotel the next morning at eight. VIII FROM GENEVA TO CHAMOUNI If there is in all the world as lovely a day's ride as that from Geneva to Chamouni, it must be the ride from Chamouni to Geneva. Lynde would not have made even this concession the next morning, as a heavy-wheeled carriage, containing three travellers and drawn by four stout Savoy horses, rolled through the Grande Place, and, amid a salvo of whip-lash and a cloud of dust, took the road to Bonneville. "I did not think I cared very much for Geneva," said Miss Denham, leaning from the carriage side to look back at the little Swiss capital |
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