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. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. Mind, when we were all growed up, it were different. She was herself conscious of a recklessness of spirits almost hysterical. Well, I told aunt. No wonder we are anxious that nothing should happen to make him change his mind.
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