“I will be off,” she declared. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. ‘Go on up to the boy, my dear. With delicate touch he rescued all that was possible of them, and made a careful little parcel. They were just nice.
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