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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. “Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. It was the beginning of June. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. behind the Laundromat. He rambled in an unfortunate monotone, the result of his innate fear of public speaking. “But I am judge of that,” said Manning. Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified. Observing Spurlock's spellbound attitude, he clapped the boy on the shoulder.
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