It had been easy to steal. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. I thought that Hill was dead, but I was frightened, and I wanted to get away from Paris. Mr. I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating.
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