And taking the keys, he departed on the
errand. She was drawn
first by Miss Miniver, and then by her own natural interest, into a curious
stratum of people who are busied with dreams of world progress, of great and
fundamental changes, of a New Age that is to replace all the stresses and
disorders of contemporary life. "There's Sharples," cried Quilt. He walked her home. The young man had knocked over the siphon. "I shall need little more. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps
gone. 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.
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