“I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is not a good place for her. Perhaps that other boy who visited you backstage at the concert. 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 figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. "What did the old fellow judge from, eh, Joan?" asked he.
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