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FORE:Caro watched the year bud and flowerMay came and creamed the hedges with blossom and rusted the grass with the first heats. Then June whitened the fields with big moon-daisies and frothed the banks with chervil and fennel. The evenings were tender, languorous, steeped in the scent of hay. They hurt Caro with their sweetness, so that she scarcely dared lift her eyes to the purpling twilight sky, or breathe the wind that swept up heavy with hay and roses from the fields. July did nothing to heal herits yellow, heat-throbbing dawns smote her with despairits noons were a long-drawn ache, and when in the evening hay and dust and drooping chervil troubled the air with shreds and ghosts of scent, something almost akin to madness would twist her heart.
FORE:"I'm in training enough to whip boys. Stand clear!"
THREE:"I don't ask you to disremember anything. Only let me have supper and a bed, and to-morrow""You could have no motive to destroy the childbut tell me quickly what you have to say." Calverley spoke with a harshness that instantly recalled all Mary's fears and selfishness.
THREE:"That's nonsense, Alice." He spoke more gently, for he had come to the conclusion that sorrow and loneliness had affected her wits.
