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. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. She winced when first she heard the preparation-room door open and Capes came down the laboratory; but when at last he reached her she was self-possessed. ’ Her breath tightened and she was obliged to control an inner ferocity. When I think of it—” “But these are things I want to tell you now!” “I made a little song of it.
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