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. And when she took and married that Mr Charvill, we didn’t think to see her at Remenham House no more. “He just wants to get laid, you know. I want you to think of me just as if I was a man, and quite outside marriage altogether. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began.
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