The Revenge of Her Race by Mary Beaumont

The low hedge, where the creepers climbed, divided the lawn and its magnificent Wellingtonias from the meadow. There was little grass to be seen, for it was at this time one vast profusion of delicate ixias of every bright and tender shade. The evening was still, and the air heavy with scent. In a room …

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