"I have not deserved this treatment!" said he, and he went; his cheeks were like fire, his heart was like fire.
Babette flung herself on her bed, and wept.
"I love you so much, Rudy! and you can believe that of me!"
And she was angry, very angry, and that did her good, for otherwise she would have been deeply grieved; now she could fall asleep and sleep the invigorating sleep of youth.
[CHAPTER XII.]
THE POWERS OF EVIL.
RUDY left Bex, and took the homeward path up the mountains, in the fresh, cooling air, the domain of the Ice-Maiden. The thick foliage of the trees deep below him looked as if they were potato plants; the firs and the bushes appeared even less, the Alpine roses bloomed near the snow, which lay in separate patches as if it were linen put out to bleach. There was a single blue gentian, and he crushed it with the butt-end of his gun.