It is not so. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. An unhappy little sigh escaped her. He looked fiercely and inquiringly from one to the other of his companions; but, though both of them were excessively frightened, neither appeared guilty. “John,” she declared, “I must eat or die.
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