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... high up towardsOberalp chimes two-and-twenty times.I break the silence. "That might mean ten o'clock," I say.My companion leans upon the bridge and looks down into the dim riverbelow. I become aware of the keen edge of the moon like a needle ofincandescent silver creeping over the crest, and suddenly the riveris alive with flashes.
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