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 could hear their footsteps upon the pavement. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. "But to the point," continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in which the remark had placed him,—"to the point. ’ She advanced towards him. It was, Ann Veronica felt, as a sip or so of that remarkable blend warmed her blood, just the sort of thing that her aunt would not approve, to be lunching thus, tete-a-tete with a man; and yet at the same time it was a perfectly innocent as well as agreeable proceeding. Ann Veronica could at the same time ask herself what this queer old gentleman could have meant by speaking to her, and know—know in general terms, at least—what that accosting signified. Nothing has gone wrong here?" "Nothing whatever," replied Ireton. " "It shall be, Sir," replied Ireton, bowing. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. It has come,—and sooner than you expected. ’ ‘But—’ ‘You’ll get her all over blood again.
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