Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that terrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his knees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on. "I've counted ten coffins so far. Through yet another doorway she observed an ancient silk brocade loom. 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. For a few days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background.
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