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. ‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. I’ve never wanted to get away so much. I keep my finger on the pulse of things.
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