Ennison was deeply interested. I’ll have to wait here, of course, which means you, Hilary—’ ‘Will have to do tomorrow’s patrol. 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 more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience.
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