It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. . Ramage did not know. Feigning an air of casualness, Lucy asked the obvious. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun.
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