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. “Violence won’t do it,” said Ann Veronica. ” Anna glanced momentarily towards her sister, but Annabel neither spoke nor moved. And then I'll pay off old scores. Besides, this is an affair which no one but myself can settle. ‘Merci, Joan,’ cried Melusine, moving to her and seizing her hand which she clasped between both her own for a moment, as she turned to the others.
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