“P. ” “There’s green-fly,” admitted Ann Veronica. She wondered wildly why she had stood up. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. “The other too if it is within my power. ” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister.
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