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A young man was playing the banjo. Something in her voice and manner conveyed an effect of unwonted gravity to him. No: I must face it out. They clapped wildly afterward. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. “Isn’t that rather a strange question—under the circumstances?” he asked quietly. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. She winced when first she heard the preparation-room door open and Capes came down the laboratory; but when at last he reached her she was self-possessed.
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