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. Something unpardonable is laid to my charge. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. "Once there," proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he's as good as in his grave.
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