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If there is in all the world as lovely a day's ride as that from Geneva / to Chamouni, it must be the ride from Chamouni to Geneva. Lynde would / not have made even this concession the next morning, as a heavy-wheeled / carriage, containing three travellers and drawn by four stout Savoy / horses, rolled through the Grande Place, and, amid a salvo of whip-lash / and a cloud of dust, took the road to Bonneville.
"I did not think I cared very much for Geneva," said Miss Denham, / leaning from the carriage side to look back at the little Swiss capital / set so prettily on the blue edge of Lake Leman; "I did not think I / cared for it at all; yet I leave it with a kind of home-leaving regret."