She felt she must suffocate if these men did not put her down, and for a time they would not put her down. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years.
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