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She looked around her. 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. “Well,” she admitted. ’ ‘Where, then?’ Melusine asked again. Most people, every one I know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. ‘Gammon. Melusine gritted her teeth. He looked at it eagerly, but made no movement to take it. On the Day he had trumpet-like outbreaks of cordiality, varied by a watchful preoccupation. ’ ‘Exactly so.
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