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. But she wished she could put the thing she had done in some way to them so that it would not hurt them so much as the truth would certainly do. Sheppard, passing her hands over his face, and gazing at him with a look that made him shudder. "In with him!" "Ay—ay, yer hon'r," cried the foremost chairman, lending a helping hand. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter.
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