” But now she doubted again of the quality of the armistice they had just made. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. “You cannot! Oh, you cannot. 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. "I am very wicked," she said. ” “Yet you are very young.
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