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PHYLLYS sat alone in the garden of Châlet S. Jacques, intent on the scene before her. Ah, but it was lovely!
Had she never come across Colin Keith, it would have been less to her than now; yet the underflow of her mind was towards Giles, not Colin. Which seemed, perhaps, ungrateful.