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He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. . 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. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. ‘Wait a minute, though. "I knew it. His quiet, kindly smile implied his serene disbelief in any confessible thing.

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