She wore a wonderful dress of turquoise blue, made by a great dressmaker for a function which she knew very well now that she would never attend. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. 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.
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