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. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. ‘Can’t have been a common housebreaker, you see,’ Hilary explained to Lucilla, quite unnecessarily.
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