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. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. ” Her answer was terse. You must think it over. He would read the jokes and illustrate them; and after a time I could see the point of a joke without having it explained to me. You know, I’ve done no work at all this afternoon. ‘You have rifled his papers. He looked melancholy enough, it is true. We all get deceived sometimes. Why, he can scarcely be twenty. There never is much left for me.
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