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They were silent for a time. 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. I wanted John to be proud to be seen with me. "Thanks. ” He stared at a little eddy. ‘When one is penniless, one does not expect a life of ease. I love everything to-day, and all of you, but I love this, this—this innocence upon us most of all.
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