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She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. We’ll find a way to survive. ‘Eh bien, does that mean that you will do it again?’ ‘Not if I can help it,’ Gerald uttered, alarmed. Stay! I'll go myself. You can have no shecrets from me. I don’t wish to marry you at all. " The spinster did not ask if the mother lived; the question was inconsequent. She looked at the white ankle socks on her feet and was reminded simultaneously of her pajama outfit and the suitcase that still lay underneath the bed.
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