You don’t understand the fix I am in. I’ve got to stay at home and remain in a state of suspended animation. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. You hear what I say, Quilt?" he added, looking at Jack. 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.
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