The air was sweet with the smoky perfume of myrrh, hazy and dense with incense. Cautiously stepping outside, he looked up towards the terrace. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. ‘At last,’ he cried, ‘I have found you!’ He would listen to nothing. .
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