The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround. A slight rain fell at the time; and a few leaves, caught by the eddies, whirled around. ” “But—This bolt from the blue! My God! Ann Veronica, you don’t understand. Her heart failed her and her resolution became water. She pointed suddenly at the portrait. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume.
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