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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. Occasionally he relit his
pipe. The window was shortly after
opened, and a rope ladder, with a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down. And she found herself able to do nothing of the sort. And now I find, when it is too late,
that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. Your husband could have told you
that. He found Abraham on guard as he had left him. What hotel should she go to? If she told a
cabman to drive to an hotel, any hotel, what would he do—or say? He might
drive to something dreadfully expensive, and not at all the quiet sort of thing she
required.
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