The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. I’m a little tired. The tropical dawn is swift. " "Look here, my boy, that attitude is all damned nonsense. I am not French in the least. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. Except for one memorable school excursion to Paris, Ann Veronica had never yet been outside England. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story.
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