Sir John waved her back. For a space he rode the whirligig. “What was that?” she asked sharply. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. “Well, because I don’t see any reason why I shouldn’t. Blueskin will take care of the horses, and I'll go with you. We’re the hysterical animal, Mr. Wood.
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