"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. 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 had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. Ruth's eyes were wet, but she saw light everywhere: the room was filled with celestial aura. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city.
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