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. Still, my tutor was a highly educated scholar—my father. It had been his fevered imagination that had endued the garment with some extraordinary value. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. He would have to go on; he would be forced to enact all the obligations he had imposed upon himself.
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