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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. Ennison seemed to feel already the shadow of tragedy approaching. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. “Let us walk across the Park at least,” he said to Ann Veronica.
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