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He turned it over and looked at the seal with the little dove upon it . He knew of Juliet 's letters , and he knew at once that this was one of them , and he guessed vaguely that she had been reading it when sleep overtook her and that it had formed part of the inspiration that led her to him . But the whole truth he would never know . * * * * * A blazing red Cardinal was singing in the magnolia tree by the gate , butterflies were chasing one another above the flowers ; it was seven o'clock and the blue , lazy , lovely morning was unfolding like a flower to the sea wind . Richard Pinckney was standing in the piazza before his bedroom window looking down into the garden . To him suddenly appeared Seth . `` If you please , sah , '' said Seth , `` Rachel tole me tell yo ' de train for N'York -- '' `` Damn New York , '' said Pinckney .