’ Melusine’s eyes narrowed and she drew back. ‘Where is Gérard?’ ‘Out of town,’ Hilary said briefly. “Let us walk round to Covent Garden,” he suggested. ’ ‘Why should Gérard care?’ sneered Gosse. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service.
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