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A girl—at my age—is grown-up. 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. “It’s a great deal for a young lady who’s alone in the world, as I suppose you are at present, to have a respectable home, and I do not think in such a case that private apartments are at all desirable. “She cannot be aware,” he continued, “that she is making herself conspicuous. “I am frightened now. However, as things have turned up, it's fortunate that I came back. He let go of the girl’s arm.
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