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A brilliant sunshine poured into the terrace room where the Ravenspurs usually breakfasted. An innovation in the way of French windows led on to a tessellated pavement bordered with flowers on either side, and ending in the terrace overlooking the sea.
A fresh sea breeze came from the ocean; the thunder of the surf was subdued to a drone. In the flowers a number of bees were busy, bees whose hives were placed against the side of the house. They were Vera's bees, and there were two hives of them. Vera attended to them herself; they knew her, and she was wont to declare that in no circumstances could they do her any harm. That was why, as Geoffrey drily put it, she never got stung more than once a week.