Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. I could not keep away any longer. 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. I had no idea you were not the happiest girl. Give up your lonely hours of work here.
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