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The spring has come. The air of the April night just lifts the leaves of the sleeping flowers. The moon is queen in the cloudless and starless sky. The stillness of the midnight hour is abroad, over land and over sea.In a villa on the westward shore of the Isle of Wight, the glass doors which lead from the drawing-room to the garden are yet open.