"If any one's to blame, it's me. "I did not know … that it was … like that!" She stepped back; but as his hands fell she caught and held them tightly. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. Thrilling, she began to dance, swirled, glided, and dipped.
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