“You know what? You’re right. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. ’ ‘But—’ ‘Do not argue with me, but go at once,’ ordered Melusine swiftly, taking a high tone intended to subdue the independent spirit Kimble had lately shown himself to possess. Wood, when he does return, I'd send him about his business. He said nothing, even though it was not raining.
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