’ ‘Ah, the matter begins to come clear,’ Gerald said. 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. "Those chops, fried potatoes, and buttered toast. “They are full of the usual foolish stories. My address is 94, Pall Mall. Never! And they don’t know it! They have no idea of it.
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