‘Merci, dieu. 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. It would be the wrappered world almost at its best. Straitened circumstances would not have mattered; a mother would have managed somehow. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol.
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