He was by no means certain that she would not in fact attempt to blow off his head as she had threatened. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. But she could not live in constant association with him without having these gaps filled. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to save a little extra money. 32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. Tucked under the writing-table a pair of yellow and gold Turkish slippers of a highly meretricious quality caught her eye.
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