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 oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. "You begin to have doubts, eh? A handful of money between you, and nothing else. Brown or Jones, I dare say. ’ He opened the purse and extracted a couple of guineas. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings.
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