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. He tired of his popcorn and placed it under his seat. " "Let me have them. I change them in the morning at Cannon Street, and take my book as I come down. " With this, he appeared to pluck up his courage, and stepped forward more boldly. "Where am I to take it to?" asked Sheppard. But anything is better than this.
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