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 had no inkling of that insupportable wrong. " "To-morrow will be too late," replied the widow, in a hollow voice, "I feel it will. “I was lonely. 1. I know now what it is to be an abandoned female. She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky.
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