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. “I will wait for you on the pavement, if you like,” he said, “but I am going to the ‘Unusual’ with you. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle was certainly up against it, hard. His manner was deferential, even eager. I’ve been waiting all my life to get out of this town. .
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