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The California cousin of the Lyman T. Moultons-a name too famous to be shorn -- stood apart from the perturbed group, her feet boyishly asunder, her head thrown back. Above her hung the thick white clusters of the acacia,[1] drooping abundantly, opaque and luminous in the soft masses of green, heavy with perfume. All Lyons seemed to have yielded itself to the intoxicating fragrance of its favorite tree.
Footnote 1: The acacia of Europe is identical with the American locust.