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” “Perhaps,” she said, “I am superstitious. 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. They did not speak until he had driven past town limits and were on the highway. But the five per cent.
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