"But I can guess what it's for. 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. In a moment, Roding and Lucilla joined him. No one had lived here since old man Remenham had died some eighteen months ago, for the heir, so it was rumoured, was a relative with property of his own. There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing.
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