There was a shrill cry, instantly succeeded by a deep splash. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. Men have seen to that. “It seems to me it comes to earning one’s living in the long run,” said Ann Veronica, coloring faintly. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. ” She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. I’d ruin the things if I so much as touched one.
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