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 always detested Mrs. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. She had not at first the power for concealment. You would find things to laugh at even in Artemus Ward. Somewhere she had read that it was the proper thing to do and that men liked to be alone with their tobacco. I should as soon think of trusting a woman. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too.
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