"I know the house well; by the same token that it's a flash crib. And it's uncanny. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. She has also been afflicted with occasional returns of her terrible malady. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. 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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