Not a moment is to be lost. Woof! What a dog. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. Over these hung levels, bevels, squares, and other instruments of measurement. 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 windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. There must be something we can do.
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