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. ’ ‘Please forgive, milor’, but my wife, and even I myself, have yet very much trouble with English. Secretly she was gratified to be assigned to the rôle of an old traveller. What was yet more worthy of note was, that the widow's countenance had an air of refinement about it, of which it was utterly destitute before, and which seemed to intimate that her true position in society was far above that wherein accident had placed her. He would know the truth then once and for all. The flu attacked my reproductive organs and caused me to expel my 194 female parts. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously.
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