David left this afternoon. It was an oldfashioned peasant blouse, white, square necked, and trimmed with lace. ‘Not in the open street. Remember that. Of course he hadn't played the game wisely. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. Drummond patted him on the shoulder. 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 ought she to do?” “Suppose you—” “Yes, suppose I—” He felt that his advice was being asked. I do—with all my heart.
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