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. To Ah Cum, who was watching her covertly, the smile was like a bit of unexpected sunshine. When they were going home she asked her mother why she and Gwen and Alice had cried. Here, according to another old custom, already alluded to, a criminal taken to execution was allowed to halt at a tavern, called the Crown, and take a draught from St. " "Wear that to-night, then. Her heart thudded. ” Sir John smiled and congratulated himself upon his insight. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village.
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