She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but there are grades and qualities of love. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. 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. ” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?.
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