The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. 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. For whom had its sharp point been intended? Valade? Or perhaps his wife now that the girl had word of their marriage. He occupied one of the smaller houses near the station. I've another reason for supposing he'll pay me a visit.
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