“I suppose most people’s letters are queer. 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. Already she missed all of her fine things, her linens and leather bound books.
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