” She fumbled with her keys and opened the front door. “I’ll ruin your suit. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. 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. The significance of the kiss was still obscure to her, though she had frequently encountered the word and act in the Old and New Testaments and latterly in novels.
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