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” She shook her head. 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. Something, then, to appease the wrath of God; something to blunt this persistent agony. “Jacques is wounded and we are arrested by this imbecile of a sergeant. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. But no more of that. She raised this with the air of a conspirator unmasking, and displayed a tear-flushed face.
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