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“Sir John of course disapproves of me,” she remarked slowly. But, whether she likes it or not, I aim to be on hand to get her out of it. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. ‘Was you following, too, miss?’ ‘Certainly I was following. No one had the resources or the inclination to rebuild them.
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