Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. 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. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. ‘Ain’t no call for you to go a-blaming of yourself. .
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