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He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. 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. ” “Again,” he said, “I am going to be impertinent. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. ” She appraised him.
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