From the window all that could be seen was a reced-
ing area of grey. It was to be supposed that beyond
the grey garden， which seemed to sprout nothing but
the sti~sh leaves of some unfamiliar plant， lay the vast
grey lake， spreading like an anaesthetic towards the
invisible fhrther shore， and beyond that， in imagina-
tion only， yet verified by the brochure， the peak of
the Dent d Oche， on which snow might already be
slightly and silently falling. For it was late September，
out of season; the tourists had gone， the rates were
rcduccd， and ~bcrc v， crc fc-，v i~:in this small tow， ~ at t~c >atcr s edge- wk， ose in-
habitants， uncomleur，qcafivc to begin with， were
frequently rendered taciturn by the dc.，tse cloud that
descended for day~ at a time and then vanished with-
out warning to re;ca1 a ~mw landscape， fi:il of colour
and incldcnt: boats skimming on the hkc， passengers
at the !a~ldmg stage， .m open air market， the outiinc
of the garret remains of a thirtccp， th-cc)mlry castle，
sean~s of，white on the far motlntams， and on the checr-
fi.ll t~plands to the sou~h a rising backdlop of apple
trees， the fruit sparkling with embiematic significance.
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