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 haven’t taken much account of it until now. He returned to attend the funeral. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. He gently took the roses from her and laid them on the pillow. Their heads touched again, their arms tightened.
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