It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. Michelle's home was one of the smaller palaces, made solidly of red brick with charming black shutters and window boxes full of drooping violets. With a little sigh of happiness she accepted this new thing. Stanley wanted to object strongly, but as he could not immediately think how to put it, he contented himself with a grunt, and the motion was carried. There was a wild light in her eye, and her straight hair was out demonstrating and suffragetting upon some independent notions of its own.
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