It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. They crossed the Park to the westward, and then turned back and walked round the circle about the Royal Botanical Gardens and then southwardly toward Waterloo. His fingers cherished the hilt of his sword and his eyes were on his friend and superior, ready at his back to do whatever was needed. My name is Ferringhall—Sir John Ferringhall. Never sent for the shirt.
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