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He returned to the terrace, lightly whistling. The morning was perfect, a delightfully refreshing zephyr lightly stirring in the trees. Elaine beheld him approaching, and nodded from the cliff.
"The jugs look beautiful! " she called, enthusiastically. "The fire is barely warm."