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“Let’s go outside. "It's a fine idea, my child, but you mustn't do it. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Also she remembered very vividly the smell of orange blossom, and Alice, drooping and spiritless, mumbling responses, facing Doctor Ralph, while the Rev. He returned her to her door at a decent hour, well before 10:00. Wanted her out of the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four! Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants.
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