Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. Utter silence answered him. Earles,” Anna said. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. Sweatshirts and sweatpants were in for a while but they’re out now. 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. "Come along, Blueskin.
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