The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about. 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. When Gianfrancesco came to call this time, she was excited and ready. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. Through that she had to go.
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