. ” Cathy insisted. 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. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. She kissed Cathy's soft cheek as she entered the warm kitchen. She then opened Lucy’s meager closet and plucked out a pair of heeled boots usually reserved for weddings and funerals.
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