"You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. " "Never fear," replied Ben, gravely; "dead or alive I'll pay you, if I lose. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. It had neither succumbed to her nor wrathfully overwhelmed her.
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