E. 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. “Your mother was a Gypsy. ’ ‘You see, I am of them,’ she said seriously, ‘but not with them—yet. ” Miss Stanley reflected as Ann Veronica went toward the house. \"Let's get out of here. She waited expectantly. ” Anna laid down her serviette. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again.
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