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. Brendon felt his arm seized. " "You are very kind, Sir," returned the widow, "but I require no support. "You didn't spend it?" "I never intended to spend it—any more than I really intended to steal it. . You know very well that you took from my easel David Courtlaw’s study of me, and sent it to Cariolus. ‘That is imbecile.
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