She began to draw on her gloves thoughtfully. 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. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. And now her father said she must not go.
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