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. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. ” “I will think of it,” she promised.
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