“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. Not even, it seemed, this interfering monsieur le major. She won’t be a problem from now on. 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. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face.
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