THE LATTER END OF A FRAY, AND THE BEGINNING OF A FEAST 159 It was dusk; and the mountains were reverberating with loud thunder-claps, while the rain helped to swell a turbid river that swept through the valley, and past the door of a small _wirth-haus_ or inn, known less by its sign of "The Crown," than as "am Sand," by reason of the strip of sand on which it was built.…
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