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. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. He returned, blue towel in hand.
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