Lucy looked at her reflection with a measure of awe. Gerald swore. 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 consider even now that the present colour is far less becoming.
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