The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. ’ ‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what Pottiswick thought. ’ ‘You certain? She’s a thought too volatile for my money. Both Ruth and McClintock came down to the launch to wish him God-speed and good luck. Tell me a story—with apple-blossoms in it—about people who are happy.
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