’ ‘A convent?’ echoed Gerald with interest. "No; it's only a fresh gale," Ben returned: "hark! now it comes. ‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. ?” she asked. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river.
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