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Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me. Those are all nice things, but it’s not what I want. 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. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. What was the fellow about? Was he being imposed upon? He watched as the man Valade turned back, spreading his hands in the French way.
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