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. "There's Sharples," cried Quilt. ” “You disappoint me,” she said wearily. I know now that I was mistaken. I’ve got too much work.
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