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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. ” “Yes. This was his humiliation as well as hers. She had never been to the opera before except as one of a congested mass of people in the cheaper seats, and with backs and heads and women’s hats for the frame of the spectacle; there was by contrast a fine large sense of space and ease in her present position. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw.
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