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" "Degrade herself," rejoined Jonathan, brutally. " "Poh! poh! say no more about it," rejoined the man hastily. 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. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question.
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