Mists rose up from the deep valleys and ravines, and the fir-capped mountains roundabout were lost in clouds. A bell pealed from the tower, and white-robed monks began to appear, leaving their manual labor to congregate in the chapel for prayer.
”I do not know why I am here," said the bridegroom.
"We’re on our way to Geneva," the bride said, "and we'll b…
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