The Widow and her Child II. 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. She let out a wail. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess.
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