CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER XXIX
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There was a warm, flower-scented breeze stirring the heavy foliage drenched with the silver rain of moonlight, and the shrilling of innumerable small voices of the night. It all belonged; yet neither the man nor the woman noticed anything except each other; nor heard anything save the words the other uttered.
"To think that you love me, Lydia! " he said, triumph and humility curiously mingled in his voice.