It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. Like a petulant child he snapped. It keeps dangling in front of my eyes. ‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. It felt wonderful and golden to bask in the sunlight of their approval, even if their approval was fickle and dangerous. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. What of madame, his wife?’ ‘You know more of her than me,’ the girl said with a look of scorn. The black, meantime, began to ply his hammer, and speedily unriveted the chains. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at. Of course, it really signified nothing in this careless part of the world that she was travelling alone. ’ ‘Then you will not be disappointed.
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