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Don’t ask me how. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. The air, perfumed with the delicious fragrance of the new-mown grass, was vocal with the melodies of the birds; the thick foliage of the trees was glistening in the sunshine; all nature seemed happy and rejoicing; but, above all, the serene Sabbath stillness reigning around communicated a calm to her wounded spirit.
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