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He lowered her neck before her, and she noticed a bizarre urge to bite him rising from her mind like an itch. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. Who’s for a rubber of whist?” Ennison made so many mistakes that he was glad to cut out early in the evening. She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire.
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