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. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. Fiercely defensive, as usual. ‘Léonore, then?’ She shook her head animatedly, enjoying his attention.
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