” She stared hard at her finger-nails. He kissed her again. 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. “Thank you—for coming,” he said. Hist!’ he added, as he turned his head and noticed Alderley’s glance.
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