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oyage, monsieur l’amé●ricain.” I plodded on into the ●dusk, eating the high-priced grape

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s,▓ and wondering just where the owner of the vin▓eyard entered into the transaction. Somew

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he▓re near the treacherous clump of bus●hes I passed the unmarked bound▓ary between French an

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d German▓ Switzerland.Thus far 40the forme●r tongue had reigned supreme, though pe●destrians often greeted me with 〃埌Bon jour,” “Guten Tag.” But the● voice of the street in Sier●re, where I halted for the n

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ight, was overwhel●mingly Teutonic, and the signs▓ over hospitable doors no longer▓

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read “auberge,” but “Wirts▓chaft” and “Bierhalle.” Ther●e I lay late abed nex

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t morning, and once off●, strolled leisurely along the fertile● valley, for a bare t

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wenty miles se●parated the town from Brieg, at the● foot of the Simplon pass. ●Y