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. “It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked, throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. More strange stories were told of it than of any other house in London. " "Ja—ja," returned the Hollander. So I ran away, blindly, knowing nothing of the world outside. Then she sang.
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