The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. 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. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her mind.
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