” “You came—here!” he repeated, vaguely. Nothing to check their proceedings but a declining habit of telling the truth and the limitations of their imaginations. Sheppard. 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.
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