‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. He had absorbed her in a single glance, and was now defining her as he worked. 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. Slash and cut as much as you please.
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