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"It takes all sorts to make a world," said Amanda.
"Nonsense," said Benham. "Where is the megatherium? That sort of
creature has to go. Our sort of creature has to end it."
"Then why did you give it money?"
"Because-- I don't want the thing to be more wretched than it is.
But if I could prevent more of them-- . . . What am I doing to
prevent them?"
"These beggars annoy you," said Amanda after a pause. "They do me.
Let us go back into the mountains."
But he fretted in the mountains.
They made a ten days' tour from Macugnaga over the Monte Moro to
Sass, and thence to Zermatt and back by the Theodule to Macugnaga.
The sudden apparition of douaniers upon the Monte Moro annoyed
Benham, and he was also irritated by the solemn English mountain
climbers at Saas Fee. They were as bad as golfers, he said, and
reflected momentarily upon his father. Amanda fell in love with
Monte Rosa, she wanted to kiss its snowy forehead, she danced like a
young goat down the path to Mattmark, and rolled on the turf when
she came to gentians and purple primulas.


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