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. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. His face was very serious. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. It came to Ann Veronica that life was wonderful beyond measure.
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