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Now shall we go back into the gardens or into the drawing-room?
My niece will sing to us, if you are fond of music." Maraton excused himself and slipped out into the gardens alone.

For more than an hour he walked restlessly about, without relief, without gaining any added clearness of vision.

The atmosphere of the place seemed to him somehow enervating.

The little 'walk amongst the rhododendrons was still fragrant 'with perfume, reminiscent of that strange moment of emotion.