’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. It was a reputation by no means deserved. "It was that song that put it into my head to cut my name on the beam.
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