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. " Ruth repeated the word, not in the effect of a query, but ruminantly. ’ Footsteps sounded just outside, and Captain Roding walked in. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. She laughed softly, and leaned across the table.
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