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“But Sir John?” he exclaimed. ‘Oh, peste, you make me late!’ She glared up at Roding. We're lost. 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. Her lips parted, but no words came.
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