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           Thentheroadwasclean-packedsnowandledthroughthewoods,andtwicecominghomeintheevening,wesawfoxes.

           Itwasafinecountryandeverytimethatwewentoutitwasfun.

           "Youhaveasplendidbeardnow,"Catherinesaid."Itlooksjustlikethewoodcutters’.Didyouseethemanwiththetinygoldearrings?"

           "He’sachamoishunter,"Isaid."Theywearthembecausetheysayitmakesthemhearbetter."

           "Really?Idon’tbelieveit.Ithinktheywearthemtoshowtheyarechamoishunters.Aretherechamoisnearhere?"

           "Yes,beyondtheDentdeJaman."

           "Itwasfunseeingthefox."

           "Whenhesleepshewrapsthattailaroundhimtokeepwarm."

           "Itmustbealovelyfeeling."

           "Ialwayswantedtohaveataillikethat.Wouldn’titbefunifwehadbrusheslikeafox?"

           "Itmightbeverydifficultdressing."

           "We’dhaveclothesmade,orliveinacountrywhereitwouldn’tmakeanydifference."

           "Weliveinacountrywherenothingmakesanydifference.Isn’titgrandhowweneverseeanyone?Youdon’twanttoseepeopledoyou,darling?"

           "No."

           "Shouldwesitherejustaminute?I’malittlebittired."

           Wesatclosetogetheronthelogs.Aheadtheroadwentdownthroughtheforest.

           "Shewon’tcomebetweenus,willshe?Thelittlebrat."

           "No.Wewon’tlether."

           "Howareweformoney?"

           "Wehaveplenty.Theyhonoredthelastsightdraft."

           "Won’tyourfamilytryandgetholdofyounowtheyknowyou’reinSwitzerland?"

           "Probably.I’llwritethemsomething."