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"Silence and perfume and moon-flooded meadows," Allan murmured. "Arnold, we shall all become corrupted. You will take to writing pastorals, and I -- I -- "
Isobel, from her seat between us, smiled up at him. Touched by the yellow moonlight, her face seemed almost ethereal.