The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn
From the corner of the divan of Persian saddle-bags on which he was lying smoking as usual innumerable cigarettes Lord Henry Wotton could just catch the gleam of the honey-sweet and honey-colored blossoms of th...
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