Vor Liebeswonn,
Begraben lag ich
In Ihren Armen;
Erwechet ward ich
Von Ihren Küssen,
Den Himmel sah ich
In Ihren Augen.”
CHAPTER IV.
“We were beginning to think some accident had happened to you,” said Sigrid, who stood waiting at the door of the hotel.
“And so it did,” said Blanche, laughing, “I think I should have broken my neck if it hadn’t been for your brother. It was all the fault of this treacherous alpenstock which played me false.”