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The song and that pleasant ripple of laughter — 

 they were in my ears still, and mingling with the 

 labour-song of the wayside bees. Now, only a 

 dozen miles or so, away over the hill-tops in the 

 blue Sussex weald, I knew of just such another 

 bee-garden, where two brothers — not Londoners 

 this time, but true-born Downland lads — had well 

 established themselves, were getting comfortably 

 off, but were still single men. And only a week ago 



they had deplored this fact to me, and But 



avast! Match-making was never yet to be 

 reckoned part of the Lore of the Honey-Bee. 



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