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. ’ ‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. “It’s your birthday today, May Day. ’ ‘But I have told you I have not another dagger, even a little one. She could not see clearly. Perhaps an hour passed before she laid aside the book. I spent agonizing weeks wandering Mantua in search of you, finally arriving at the idea of asking someone who you were. I should lose every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. Deuce take it! I was very near spelling my name with one P. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest.
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