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. ‘You heard Gosse—I mean, the man you know as Valade?’ ‘Clear as day, miss,’ he uttered. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. Martha had not been pleased to find her spare one borrowed for that expedition when the major had found her outside the ballroom. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. “Is this hansom for me?” she said.
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