Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. 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. "I am quite easy now; receive my blessing, my dear son; and if we never meet again, rest assured my last prayer shall be for you. It was not for a week or a month. ‘Well said, my dear. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool.
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