The Yellow Crayon
  CHAPTER XXIX  

  CHAPTER XXX  

  CHAPTER XXXI  

  CHAPTER XXXII  

  CHAPTER XXXIII  

  CHAPTER XXXIV  

  CHAPTER XXXV  

  CHAPTER XXXVI  

  CHAPTER XXXVII  

  CHAPTER XXXVIII  

  CHAPTER XXXIX  

  CHAPTER XL  

  CHAPTER XLI  

  CHAPTER XLII  

  CHAPTER XLIII  

  

   

    

       CHAPTER I     

       It was late summer-time, and the perfume of flowers stole into the darkened room through the half-opened window. The sunlight forced its way through a chink in the blind, and stretched across the floor in strange zigzag fashion. From without came the pleasant murmur of bees and many lazier insects floating over the gorgeous flower beds, resting for a while on the clematis which had made the piazza a blaze of purple splendour. And     
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