"The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. ’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. 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.
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