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. "
"And you must have risked much to obtain it, my love. ‘Let it fall!’
‘Brute!’ she spat, struggling, and he knew at once he had guessed aright. He then made a sort of running noose, passed it over her body, and
taking firmly hold of the bars, prepared to guide her descent. ”
“Lady Ferringhall! Anna!” he exclaimed. He pulled rein at the sight of her, saluted, and regarded
her with his rather too protuberant eyes. It was easy to discover
that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive that he was a pleasant fellow; a
combination of qualities by no means of rare occurrence.
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