His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. ’ She sniffed and swallowed. He slackened his pace as he reached the flat. ’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. 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. Which, if we are not all of us very careful indeed, will be stolen from Miss Charvill.
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