“Her breath caught as the loveliness rose like a wave and broke over her. It was half past five on a May morning, cool, with a tang in the air, and though the sky was deep blue overhead the high white clouds sailing in from the sea were still bright with the gold of the dayspring. She blinked at the brightness and looked down to the sea of new green lea…
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