She was the High Priestess. 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. The land about these walls is a common graveyard. Her back stiffened. “Yes. " "I tell 'ee what, saltwater," said Ben, "I'll lay you my fare—and that'll be two shillin'—I'm back in an hour. ’ ‘That is what you think? Eh bien. ] "So much the better. ’ She giggled suddenly. But I can easily bring in a sing-song girl to play for you.
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