" "You may spare me your compassion, friend," observed Thames; "I am falsely detained. " "No," answered the ruffian, moodily. 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. . ’ She paused, holding her nurse’s eyes.
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