Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor. She despises me, I suppose. 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.
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