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 have never wept since that day. It was his belief that the French had enough troubles of their own in these difficult times without bothering to nose out British business. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers.
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