It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. He had finally put aside The Lilac Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. I believe—I believe that I must risk it. And I think I must pursue my acquaintance with the fulsome Madame Valade.
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