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“I don’t know. 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. She still had her letter of credit. Attempts were made upon the door of the Lodge; but it was too strong to be forced. She had dreaded the beginning of this hour.
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