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Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. ’ Then Hilary became serious again. She had carried a chair into the room veranda and had watched and listened until the night silences had lengthened and only occasionally she heard a voice or the rattle of rickshaw wheels in the courtyard. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume.
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