She could not say who, not yet. 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. If only—Anna, tell me,” she broke off suddenly, “how did you get to know Mr.
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