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. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. No one could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in the doorway. “I shall never marry,” said Ann Veronica, resolutely; “I’m not the sort. . I thought if you were living, and not captured, I should find you here,—and I was right. I can be a gentleman.
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