"Time to dress for dinner," said Ruth from behind the curtain. ‘Yes, do,’ approved Lucilla. 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. At length the manager arrived; and together he and Ruth succeeded in getting some of the aromatic spirits of ammonia down the patient's throat. “I see the pointer,” she said. His glasses were gone. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee.
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