At last, she breathed. 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. They walked two by two to the car, looking the part of 267 two weary spouses supporting their drunken mates after an all-night bender. At the Palazzo, the cook’s cook had a team of servants under him.
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