It was an intimate smell, the unmistakable scent of him and another woman. She tried to compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm beauty of the surroundings. And I have seen work by his pupils myself that struck me as being—well, next door to shameful. Wild in his own domain. ‘What’s to do?’ ‘Valade is here.
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