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. Then came the javelin-men, walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line of constables, marching in the same order. Her usual dignified reserve had availed her nothing. He dashed against the screen door before she could catch him and made the veranda. "It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath. 260 “Can you turn me into one?” “Yes, I can turn you into one tonight.
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