Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside. I’m not mad that he has eyes for you instead of me, not mad at all. ’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed. It had, as it were, blown up at the concussion of his first step.
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